Some time before I read the touching story about  Germen painter and theorist  Albrecht Durer 's "Praying Hands" created in 1508. I do not know is it a fiction or not, even though it is a fiction the message of the story is appreciable.                 In 15th century in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children . Eighteen! In order to feed them their father, a goldsmith worked hard but still their condition was hopeless.  Despite all th ese conditions, two of the elder children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they were well aware their father would never be able send either of them to study at the Academy.  The boys worked out a plan that they would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and work there, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then when that brother who won the toss completes his studies, he would support the other brother at the academy.         They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church.  Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg, his brother Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother. Albrecht works at the academy excelled than most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his works.         When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner to celebrate Albrecht's successes.  After the meal, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table said to his brother "And now, Albert, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you."  All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, "No ...no ...no ...no."         Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look   what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a brush or pen to make delicate lines on canvas. No, brother ...for me it is too late."         To pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love "The Praying Hands."   More than five centuries have passed now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of great works hang in every great museum in the world, but we, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. You may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office. That is nothing other than "The Praying Hands."         The next time when you see a copy of that touching creation, let it be your reminder, that no one - no one - - ever makes it alone! Behind our every single achievement there is somebody' s sacrifice.  Even behind our salvation the book of Corinthians says Jesus become poor to make us rich.  I know, number of people sacrificed their childhood dreams, ambitions for the sake of Gospel, and become the servants of Jesus to make us rich in eternity.