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A young boy walked into our bookstore…browsed a minute…then in a gesture beautiful and grand…said, “I just want to thank you…here’s a tip.” Then he put two quarters in my hand.

He saiid, “This is just to thank you for all the things you do.” The he whispered, “I wanted to give you three quarters…but all I had was two.”

At that particular moment I felt my heart begin to soar…
and I thanked him most profusely as I walked him to the door.

Growing up I use to think being rich had to do with all the money and wealth I could amass…but my perspective’s been adjusted…as the years have come to pass.

Now I think being rich is less about the money…more often it’s a feeling…
I mean…if I had all the money in the world would flowers be any more appealing?

Would the birds sing any differently?
Would the clouds be any whiter?
Would the morning breeze smell any sweeter?
Would the sun shine any brighter?

I’ve found I don’t need a lot of money to enjoy a sunset…
to marvel at the sky above….
that it doesn’t cost me a penny to say ‘I love you’
to the people who I love.

It is true…money can buy you many things in life…
but as I remember the look in that young boy’s eyes…
It reminds me of all the things in life…
money cannot buy.

I may never amasses all the money I once wished for…
but that’s okay…that is no longer part of my plan….
Because…surrounded by the love of my family…
with 2 quarters in my pocket…
I realize…
how rich…I already am.

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