Food for thought!!
> Take my Son.....
>
> A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art.
> They had everything in their collection, fromPicasso to Raphael.
> They would often sit together and admire the great works of art..
>
> When the Vietnamconflict broke out, the son went to war. He was
> very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another
> soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only
> son.
>
> About a month later, just before Christmas,
>
> There was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with
> a large package in his hands..
>
> He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom
> your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was
> carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and
> he died instantly... He often talked about you, and your love for
> art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't
> much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would
> have wanted you to have this.'
>
> The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the
> young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured
> the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so
> drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He
> thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture..
> 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a
> gift.'
>
> The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors
> came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son
> before he showed them any of the other great works he had
> collected.
>
> The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction
> of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over
> seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase
> one for their collection.
>
> On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer
> pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture
> of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'
>
> There was silence...
>
> Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the
> famous paintings. Skip this one.'
>
> But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this
> painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'
>
> Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We
> came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the Real
> bids!'
>
> But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll
> take the son?'
>
> Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the
> longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the
> painting...' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
>
> 'We have $10, who will bid $20?'
>
> 'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
>
> The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the
> son.
>
> They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
>
> The auctioneer pounded the gavel.. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for
> $10!'
>
> A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with
> the collection!'
>
> The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is
> over.'
> 'What about the paintings?'
>
> 'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was
> told of a secret stipulation in the will... I was not allowed to
> reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the
> son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would
> inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
>
> The man who took the son gets everything!
Stay safe and healthy!!
Yashi Kochi!!
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