Parable of Man with hands tied

There was once a man who lived like everyone else. A normal man. Had positive and negative qualities. Was no different.
One day, suddenly called to his door when he found out his friends. There were several and they had come together. Keep your friends after a long and friendly talk with him, tied his feet and hands so he could not do anything wrong (but forgot to tell that this could not do anything good.) And they were leaving a guard at the door so that nobody could untie.
At first he despaired and tried to break the bonds. When convinced of the futility of his efforts, he tried gradually get used to their new situation.
Gradually developed a fend to continue living with their hands tied. Initially it was difficult to remove your shoes. There was a day that got rolling and lighting a cigarette and began to forget that before was free.
Many years passed and the man began to get used to their hands tied. Meanwhile guardian informing him, day after day, the bad things that were done outside the men with their hands free (but you forgot to tell the good things that men did also hands-free)
Kept passing years and the man became accustomed to their hands tied, and when the guard pointed out that thanks to that night went to tie, he, the man tied her hands could not do anything wrong. (But he forgot to point out that he could not do anything good.)
The man began to believe it was better to live with his hands tied. Also, I was so used to the bands ...!
Many years passed, many years ..., one day his friends surprised the guard, entered the house and broke the ties that bound the hands of man.
"You're free!" He said.
But they had come too late, the man's hands were completely atrophied, and though well, hands free and could do bad things, and could not do good things.

Author Unknown

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