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Wednesday, 24 May 2017
“The miser of Marseilles” I want to be.
There is a legend about many years ago, an old man who used
to walk the street of that seaport town. He was called “The miser of Marseilles”.
He was an object of derision throughout the whole city and even throughout the
south of France, for everybody seemed to know him. Apparently, he loved nothing
and had no other object than to hoard every bit of money he got hold of: for
what purpose none knew.
He was hated whenever he appeared on the streets. When he
died, he was so despised that only a single person attended his funeral. Then
his will was read, and these were its strange terms and I quote:
“From my infancy I noticed that the poor people of
Marseilles had great difficulty inn getting water. I noticed that water, the
gift of God was very dear and difficult to obtain. And when they could get that
water, it was not as pure and clean as God intended it to be. Therefore, I
vowed before God that I would live but for one purpose, for one end. I would
save money, money, money- that I might give it to the city on one condition
that a canal is built to bring fresh, pure water from yonder lake in the hills
to Marseilles. That I now make possible by leaving all my hoarded wealth to
this city. This is my last will and testament “.
Travelers in Marseilles today hear the poor people say as
they drink pure, sweet water from the lake in the hills, “Ah, when the miser
died, we misunderstood him, but he did it all for us”. We called him miser of
Marseilles, but he was more than that; he was the savior of Marseilles”.
If human being could but learn one inescapable meaning in
this write up parable, we would know the secret of how to get the most out of
life which is to give the most to life. Just as they knew of the miser’s giving
selfless service to humanity, I tell you what? We all have something we can
give to change the world. Life is not all about how long you live but how well
you live it. Short stories are most impact than long articles. So ponder on
what you will be remembered for after leaving the earth. What will posterity
hold for you and me? Then we can start living and sharing the little we have
with others. It is never too late to do good to people you don’t even know. Life
is for the living. You are the hope to someone. Peace to the world!