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Category:
Self-Help
Type: Fiction
Copyright: July 26, 2013
Price: $3.99 (eBook)
This is a simple parable with profound implications for the reader. It teaches four lessons about value, growth, leverage, and wealth.
This book teaches you four important lessons that have to do with: value, growth, leverage, and wealth.
As in the ever popular “The Richest Man In Babylon”, the backdrop of this tale is wealth creation. But this parable asks “How often is the potential for great wealth simply passed by?
Are the seeds of wealth lying there in the dust beneath our feet while those around us barely scrape by? What might be possible if you were to pick up these seeds and show but a little patience and determination?
The seeds in the tale are of course a device. They represent an idea. And the question raised is “how might an idea, properly nourished and cared for change the fortunes of an individual, or even a community?
After all, simple ideas have the power to create great wealth.
Excerpt
The Discovery
In a faraway land, but at a time not so long ago, there was a sleepy village and a hunger throughout the land. The people there were barely able to scrape together enough to eat from day to day, and they had to range far and wide through the fields and forest and down by the stream to scrape together enough to keep the rumblings of their bellies at bay.
Close by the village was a worn, dusty track along which the trading caravans would sometimes travel bringing goods from distant lands. But the caravans did not stop at the village. Their destination was somewhere far off, beyond anywhere that the villagers had ever been, or ever hoped to go.
The men of the caravans spoke another tongue, and the villagers could only stand and watch as the carts laden with goods rolled by. Sometimes a rock in the track would jolt a cart and dislodge a small trinket, or perhaps a coin would slip from a saddlebag and fall unnoticed among the tracks.
There were those in the village that would search long and hard, bent over looking for a coin or some morsel which might have fallen the night before.
One day while traveling along this track on his way back to the village from gathering nuts and herbs in the forest a young lad spied something down in the dusty track where a cart had passed some days before. As he leaned down to pick it up a beggar came hustling over. “Is that a coin? I think I just dropped one there as it has slipped through a hole in my pocket!” he exclaimed.
The boy was holding the object in his hand.
“Let me see!” The beggar grabbed roughly at the boy’s wrist, and pulled it closer so as to examine it. But then he laughed.
It was not a coin. It was simply two seeds stuck closely together. Two yellow kernels that you and I might call corn.
“Ha! Not even a small meal for a bird,” crowed the beggar. “I thought you’d found something of some value boy, but this is worthless!”
Still, he held the boy’s wrist even tighter for a moment.
“Mind you! If you find a even so much as a copper coin along these tracks, best bring it to me straightaway, lest I and my cane catch you with it later!”
He waved his cane menacingly at the boy, who then winced. More than one child in the village had felt that cane across their back or rapped against their shins.
The boy said nothing, but he rubbed the dust off the kernels with his thumb, and then slipped them into his pocket.
As the boy ran off, the old beggar laughed and called after him “Guard that treasure well, boy!” he cackled.
Then the beggar bent over again, leaning on his cane, and returned to searching the ground, his eyes weaving back and forth, hoping to find a coin or anything of value there in the wagon tracks. This, was as he had always done.
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