By Jennifer Dweck There was a little girl named Mazal. She was 5 years old. She was trying to learn how to ride a bike. Her parents were so proud, because she always refused to learn to ride a bike, but she said she would learn. They bought her a new bike with pink flowers and yellow sparkles. She got on the bike and her dad held on to the bike. Mazal was so happy, because she was starting to learn to ride a bike. Mazal screamed, “Don’t let go,” but her dad did. She started to do it by herself and then she tipped over. She got a big scratch and it started to bleed. She ran into her house crying. Her parents wanted her to get back on but she refused. Then she thought to herself, “You know, maybe I should get back on. Before I wasn’t trying my hardest, but this time if I try the hardest, Hashem will do the rest.” As soon as she got back on she was able to ride all by herself.