Are the friends of wealthy people truly quality friends?
A
teacher in Canada was dirt poor one day, and the next, he was a
millionaire. Although he hadn't planned on becoming rich, he did. Living
from cheque to cheque, at the end of the month having barely enough
funds to purchase food, he decided one day to purchase a lottery ticket.
Just for fun. He forgot all about it, until 2 months later he discovered
he had won an 8 digit sum of money.
Everything changed for him
that day, a day he wished had never occurred.
First it was the
media and stalkers he had to avoid. His private life became public, and
everybody wanted a share of his story. Then the scam artists managed to
get his credit card number, followed by myriad of charities who begged
him to sustain their endeavours. His email inbox maxed out and his phone
became swamped with text messages, all requests from people asking for
money to pay their loans.
What hurt him the most of all was that
his very own colleagues, his closest friends, all turned on him. They
wanted him to pay off their credit-card bills as well as any other loans
they may have had. They were adamant about it, and soon his board email
inbox was maxed out as well. Pressure became so toxic that although he
loved teaching, he had to resign.
He never wanted that money. In
fact he lives now as a simple man. No one around him would even guess he
is rich. He set up scholarship funds at the university he graduated at,
designed to help people in economic need attain their university
diplomas.
I wonder who is more blessed: the rich or the poor? Is
it really worth our effort of even trying to become rich? Being rich
doesn't provide for everything. In fact the more goods we have on earth,
the more worries we have as well. How can we even make sure who truly is
our friend in such circumstances?
Would you like to buy a lottery
ticket?
You may get what you wish for, for a price naturally! Are
you willing to pay for that price?
Maybe this is why I never buy
lottery tickets!
Rob Chaffart