Last night, while reading a parable to the kids about the greedy, selfish miser who after getting robbed and hosted by the poorest guy ever, not to give away the moral of the story and all (SPOILER ALERT!), ended up realizing that when you’re very hungry, plain rice is the most delicious thing in the entire world, oh, and sharing his wealth made him a happier person, I realized that I was rich!
No, not rich in money or real estate or beauty or anything like that. But rich in love and friendship. With that new found ah ha moment, I’m now amending my quest to not just finding peace and health for myself… but to share the wealth.