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Who is Wealthy



Once a saint visited a town for some days. During his stay the saint would pray silently sitting under a tree. People got to know about him and would come to visit him to ask for solutions for their problems.


In that town lived a very wealthy merchant. After observing the saint for a few days, was deeply touched by the saint's devotion and sincerity.


One day a wealthy man went to a saint and offered him a bag of gold saying, “I know you will use this money for the good of others.. Please accept it..”


Saint replied, “Please wait a moment. I am not sure if it would be right for me to take your money….”


Saint questioned, “Are you wealthy?? Do you have more money at home??”

Merchant proudly replied, “Yes.. I have thousands of more gold coins at home..”


Saint again questioned, “Do you want thousands of more gold coins??”

Merchant replied, “Why not.. I work hard everyday to earn more money..”


Saint questioned, “Do you wish for yet thousands more gold pieces beyond that..?”

Merchant replied, “Certainly.. Everyday I pray that I may earn more and more money..”


Saint pushed back the bag of gold to the merchant and said, “I am sorry but I can not take your money..”


Merchant was surprised. He asked, “But why??”


Saint replied, “A wealthy man can not take money from a beggar..”


Wealthy man felt offended and spluttered, “How can you call me a beggar and yourself a wealthy man..?”


Saint smiled and replied, “I am wealthy because I am content with whatever I have.. and You are a beggar because no matter how much you possess still you are always dissatisfied and begging for more..”


Moral: Key to Happiness is Being Content with Whatever we Have.


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