Among the Truly Rich

I consider myself among the richest people in the world.

I have been richly blessed. In one sense, my possessions probably aren’t worth a great deal, but in another, they are priceless.

For instance, take my coffee cup. I’ve had the same one for twelve years now. There really isn’t anything all that remarkable about it. It is essentially a plain white mug with the words “I LOVE DAD” embossed on it – a Christmas present from my son. He was six at the time! He probably doesn’t remember giving it to me. But, every time I look at it, I see him! There’s not enough money in Marietta to buy that cup!

Then, there’s my art collection. Two sculptured works come to mind. They are neither large nor ornate. I guess one might even describe them as “primitive works.” One is a paper weight – a small green disk with my name inscribed on its surface. The other is a pencil holder about the size of an average plum. They are signed pieces. And, of course, they are each a “one of a kind.” The sculptor has moved on to bigger and better things, but these will always be among her best works. Again, there isn’t enough money in Marietta to purchase either. They are not for sale at any price! My daughter made them just for me.

By now you may be thinking, “This guy’s not rich, he’s crazy.”

But, am I? I don’t think so. I’ve got something money can’t buy – the love of two wonderful young people – two kids who have never given me a moment’s trouble. You may be thinking, “Yea, right! What are they, day old twins?” Actually, Angela and Adam are both grown adults now.

No! I’m not crazy, just rich beyond measure, and I know it!

Sadly, there are some who will never know this kind of wealth, and others who could, but have no taste for it. They are the poorest of all.