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[toad]

I've put 335 miles on my RK, to God be the Glory.......share this with me...toad

Share this with me.......JRE

"There is a beautiful story of a beggar who lived all of his life under one tree. Each day he would go out into the villages and beg for just some dry bread crumbs to sustain his life. Then he would come back to his tree and eat his bread or whatever scraps the villagers had given him that day. For forty years the beggar lived under the same tree, pleading with the people to give him some food. He’d walk to all the nearby villages, alternating days, begging for his nourishment. Slowly, day by day, he became weaker, and finally one day his body could no longer sustain itself and he passed quietly into death.

When the villagers found him, they decided to bury his ashes under the tree where he lived out his life. As they began to dig, in order to place his ashes deep in the ground, they found a treasure chest – full of gold, diamonds and jewels, a mere six inches below the ground.

For forty years, the beggar had lived, barely scraping by on his dry bread crumbs, sitting six inches above a treasure chest which would have rendered him as rich as a king. If only it had ever occurred to him to explore the depths of the Earth on which he sat, or to delve deeply into the recesses of his home – he would have discovered this treasure chest. But, he did not. Rather, he sat on the surface, suffering and withering away, day by day.


Too frequently in life we are also like this beggar – running here and there searching, begging for that which we need to fulfill our lives. Perhaps we are not begging for food or basic life necessities. More likely we are searching and yearning for peace, happiness or God. We go here, we go there. We search this place, we search that place. But that priceless and yet crucial peace and happiness still elude us.

If only we would sit still for a moment and go deeper within, we would find that treasure chest. We don’t even have to dig six inches. Just right within us, sitting in our heart, is God, and through our connection to Him, all of the riches of the world are bestowed upon us."

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[recoveringnky]

Thanks Toad for sharing that story. It brought some peace to my hectic morning.

Blessings,
Kym

[The_Hammer]

That reminds me of my ol pal Buster. Buster was an ol timer that road around on a bike in my hometown of Fremont, NE. I tried to find the news clipping in the archives before I posted this, but I couldn't, darned shame too, what a story Buster was. Buster lived like a street rat. Dirty old bibbers, dirty old hat on his head, never shaved and didn't even have laces in his boots. He never actually road his bike, he kinda pushed it along like a scooter with both feet as he straddled the thing, which I think was as old as Buster himself, it had the old balloon tires on it.
One day they found old Buster under the viaduct, sleepin like a baby, had a smile on his face and everything, just like he always did. The cop tried to wake Buster up so he could go home. Buster had an old clapboard shack in Inglewood, a south of the tracks part of Fremont. Buster was dead. Buster had no family, so his house and all went to the State. My Dad was part of the team that went to Buster's house to clean it out, etc. In the basement, Dad found tens of thousands of magazines, literally stacked to the ceiling. Old Time, Life and even Boy's LIfe magazines. Dad took an armful of the rags up the stairs to put on the truck, and as he did, one of the rags fell onto the street, out of it spilled several bills; a ten and a couple twenties-old bills in perfect condition. Dad laughed to himself and went downstairs to get some more. Turns out that every single magazine down there had bills in em. to the tune of a couple million bucks, once they were auctioned as rare collectible banknotes!

Buster lived with nothing, but had everything.

Jimmy

[recoveringnky]

What a kewl story Jimmy! Thank you for sharing that with us! Brought a smile to this tired face today and a warmth to this frazzled heart! Made me start my day all over again...to be more grateful and less frustrated!!

Blessings to you my friend,
Kym

[Rarly Harley]

Originally Posted by toad

If only we would sit still for a moment and go deeper within, we would find that treasure chest. We don’t even have to dig six inches. Just right within us, sitting in our heart, is God, and through our connection to Him, all of the riches of the world are bestowed upon us."
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Toad: Truer words never been spoke....

[The_Hammer]

Originally Posted by recoveringnky

What a kewl story Jimmy! Thank you for sharing that with us! Brought a smile to this tired face today and a warmth to this frazzled heart! Made me start my day all over again...to be more grateful and less frustrated!!

Blessings to you my friend,
Kym

Thanks! Wasn't Buster a cool Ol Boy though? Never saw him without that smile, and far as I know the man never said a cross word in his life to anyone.

[recoveringnky]

Originally Posted by The_Hammer

Thanks! Wasn't Buster a cool Ol Boy though? Never saw him without that smile, and far as I know the man never said a cross word in his life to anyone.

Yep, pretty kewl cat in my book!