In 2006, I got to know a whole lot of new people and also went to many new places. One more organizer whom I met in that time showed me very clearly a type of person of whom I had already met some and would meet several more in the coming years: someone who is rich on money but whom I would consider poor!
This organizer, who had been to two of my programs before and then decided to offer my and Yashendu’s workshops and sessions at his home, was a single man in his forties. He was divorced but didn’t have children. He didn’t have a relationship at that moment either. All he had was money.
In spite of having had to pay a good amount of money to his ex-wife, he was living in a big house, drove an expensive car and had just enough extra money for all his daily expenses, luxury projects and everything his heart desired. He worked in a high position in management and had additionally inherited a lot as well. When being with him however, I saw that his big amount of money was also a big problem: he just couldn’t enjoy it! He was stingy until a point that it made me question whether he actually understood the sense of money.
This man hesitated in making even the smallest expense. Whenever he was shopping, he stood in front of the shelf of items – be that cooking oil, water or cheese – and chose the cheapest option, regardless the question of quality. Whenever we talked about anything, he first of all thought about any expenses that might occur. Even when he had to go to toilet, he would rather drive longer on a highway than get out at a stop where he had to pay! Everything, every little thing in his day was related to money!
I actually couldn’t see this without wondering and so I asked him about it as well. For him however, it had become such a habit to think in this way that he had difficulty understanding what I wanted to tell him.
I don’t think money makes people rich. You have to have love and lovely feelings to be rich! And unfortunately, if you connect everything to money, it is unlikely that you show and feel a lot of love!
It was actually a poor man. I tried to share some real wealth with him – and I believe he felt it as well!
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