There once lived a great warrior. Though quite old, he still was able to defeat
any challenger. His reputation extended far and wide throughout the land and
many students gathered to study under him.
One day an infamous young warrior arrived at the village. He was determined
to be the first man to defeat the great master. Along with his strength, he
had an uncanny ability to spot and exploit any weakness in an opponent. He would
wait for his opponent to make the first move, thus revealing a weakness, and
then would strike with merciless force and lightning speed. No one had ever
lasted with him in a match beyond the first move.
Much against the advice of his concerned students, the old master gladly accepted
the young warrior's challenge. As the two squared off for battle, the young
warrior began to hurl insults at the old master. He threw dirt and spit in his
face. For hours he verbally assaulted him with every curse and insult known
to mankind. But the old warrior merely stood there motionless and calm. Finally,
the young warrior exhausted himself. Knowing he was defeated, he left feeling
shamed.
Somewhat disappointed that he did not fight the insolent youth, the students
gathered around the old master and questioned him. "How could you endure
such an indignity? How did you drive him away?"
"If someone comes to give you a gift and you do not receive it," the
master replied, "to whom does the gift belong?"