A week ago the sycamore tree was loaded with gold. However, instead of sitting back and enjoying it,
it began to give it away.
At first it was just a leaf here and a leaf there,
whenever the wind asked for a contribution.
But soon it was giving it away in fistfuls,
without being asked,
and without a thought for a wintry tomorrow.
Wealth is judged, not by the amount that is accumulated, but by the amount that is given away.
The only wealth that is worth having
is the wealth of the heart.
To close one’s heart is to begin to die;
to open it is to begin to live.