Once a poor woman came to Buddha. She implored him to give her any merhe restore her dead son to life. The great teacher decide to pacify her by making her feet the hard realities of life. He asked her to bring handful of mustard seeds from any hese where death had never entered. At one the sorrowful mother went from dour to door for the mustard seeds. At one place a girl said, "Thave lost my father. At another place than said. "My young son passed away last night. The woman returned with a heavy heart to Buddha afer hearing similar tales of sorrow from every house. Buddha, the great teacher. consoled her, "My daughter', one who is born is sure to die. So you must stop shedding tears and perform the last rites of your son.