Some time ago, I read an article which tells that our financial wealth will just magnify who we already are. Such statement totally negates our common belief that when a poor man gets rich, he’ll have enough money to share and to help others. While some good-hearted-rags-to-riches individuals put up charities and donate on foundations to help the less fortunate, there are some who indulge on their wants and buy luxuries left and right. The article is a realization to me as I study the lives of the people I know who have the classic rags-to-riches stories.
Take for example this person we can call Donya Madonna. (Note: I chose to use pseudonyms on mall my examples to protect myself and the interests of these wealthy individuals.) Donya Madonna grew up in a big family of 10. Being the youngest girl in the family, she didn’t it make her fragile. In fact, she grew to be a very strong woman, went to places to work very hard and to find her luck to earn a decent living for her kids. Her relationships weren’t much of a success which is the reason why her life remains hollow despite her riches. She is very rich but it is incredibly hard to borrow money from her. If in case you are successful enough to persuade her to loan you, you are in for the greatest nightmare of your life. You will received calls and text messages during the midnight and wee hours of the morning following up your payment as if it is her last money. Sadly, Donya Madonna’s wealth magnifies how a nagger she is.
Another example is Happy Bobby, like Donya Madonna, came from a big family whose father is a carpenter and a mother is a plain house wife. Being the eldest in the brood of 10, he took responsibility in helping his parents make ends meet by doing many odd jobs after school. With his flimsy figure, he was learned did carpentry works, sold ice cream around the whole municipality which he traveled by foot, caught fishes for family’s dinner, and worked as a porter in a nearby market. Yet, despite the hard work, Happy Bobby never kept his earnings to himself. He shared them with the entire family. Today, Happy Bobby is not just wealthy with money. He is wealthy of love and happiness too. Until now, he never fails to share his wealth to those who seek for his help.
Last week, I shared this learning with my mom during our late evening conversations. She just exclaimed, “I’m sure when we get wealthy, we will be like Happy Bobby.” With much humility, I’m sure that what my mother just told me is true. Of course, my parents do not have a heart of gold. But I salute them at how they try their best to help some people in our community. My father still works to this day, even if he is just 2 years away from being counted as a senior citizen, to save up for my younger sister’s schooling. Yet, they have sent a couple of students to school to give them hope and chance for a better future. There are also some weekends when we can opt to dine in a fine-dining restaurant but my mother chooses to eat at a local fastfood so we can bring our neighbor’s kids with us. These admirable deeds I consider are the best lessons my parents ever taught me and my sister.
How about you, what kind of person will wealth magnify from you?
Grateful to be abundant with love and happiness,