An old folk tale. There was a boy who was known in his village for giving without reservation. He would give the clothes off of his back, the sandals on his feet, and his time to help whoever was in need. He never asked for anything in return, nor did he accept anything except for that which was necessary for his survival. Selfless giving made him satisfied. Those who received, always showed him thanks and gratitude. Eventually his village learned from his example, and the boy had nobody left to help. He decided to leave his home and search for others who might be in need. For years he traveled by foot over vast stretches of land, over mountains, through rivers and caves. He did not meet a single person on his journey until one day he came to a shore. He fell asleep on the beach and had wild dreams of animals and strange music. When he awoke, he realized that he was now surrounded on all sides by water because of the changing tide. Slowly the water took away the ground beneath his feet until he was treading water. He tried to swim to shore, but the sea was slowly taking his strength. He tried to keep his head above water, but the air was slowly leaving his lungs and filling with water. His legs grew still, and his heart grew cold. The sea took his life.