There was once a vine that felt unappreciated. People often came and removed its grapes without a single word of gratitude.
One day a priest sat down to rest in the shade near the vine. Taking the opportunity to explain its concern, the vine said, "As you can see, I am a vine. Young men and old women come by and take my ripe grapes without ever saying thank you to me for all my efforts. How can people be so insensitive?"
The priest pondered the question for a moment and then replied, "Perhaps people are insensitive, but in all probability their lack of gratitude comes from a different reason. Just as people expect the sun to shine and the wind to blow, they expect grapes from a vine. They are no doubt under the impression that providing grapes is your duty," the priest said with a wry smile.

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