Times Three

Times Three There was a man that bought a piece of land. He was very happy. It was everything he wanted. There were; tall trees, a small brook, a birdhouse, a playhouse, a farmhouse and joy. Then he found out that there were really three pieces. The first man had bought the center cut. The seller man had given the other two sides, two his daughters. Then he had died. The daughters gained. They were from another place far away. They really did not understand the value or worth, of what they had received. Things we do not earn, often weigh this much. It is unhappily true. The first sold her piece for cash, quick as a bunny. Not to the center but to a stranger. Sad… The center never knew until too late. The second piece… the daughter demanded 4 x’s the price. She wanted it from the center as if it was owed to her? The man that bought the land, he was still happy. The seller man had put his heart in the center. He felt even after knowing all that he had learned… That he had found true happiness, in being satisfied.