It was a balmy summer afternoon in July. Two tramps, making their way across the country, were relaxing on the fringe of a railroad yard somewhere in the Midwest. They had been lucky in their search for food that day, and now they sat before a small fire, enjoying the fragrance of a mulligan stew that was simmering in a tomato can over the flames.
"Ah, this is the life," said one of the men contentedly. "I wouldn't change places with a rich man for a million dollars."
"Oh yeah," said the second derisively, "Suppose he had five million."
"No, not even for five million."
"How about ten million?"
"Nope, not ten million, either."
"Well, how about twenty million?"
"Well, that puts a different light on the matter," replied the contented tramp, giving the subject serious consideration, "Now you're talking about real money ..."
---------------A Final Thought ...
"Among the Very Rich you will never find a really generous man, even by accident. They may give their money away, but they will never give themselves away; they are egoistic, secretive, dry as old bones. To be smart enough to get all that money you must be dull enough to want it."
- G. K. Chesterton (1874–1936), British author