I am one of those lucky fellows who inherited a great fortune. It came to me after years of poverty and reckless living, and as the result of the death of a man whose passing I had no cause to regret. Under such conditions of inheritance it is no more than just that I should share the fortune with others. There is enough of it to go around no matter how many of you may take your cut, for it is not the kind of wealth that can be affected by bank failures, stock market crashes or business depressions. It has survived such happenings. It has become divided many, many times and today it is larger than ever before. And in a manner seemingly strange, division has the affect of multiplication upon this wealth of mine. The man who bequeathed riches to me resembled me in every outward way. His name was the same as mine. He had the same parents, the same childhood, the same early manhood. As a matter of fact he was my former self. Yes, after a long and suffering illness, my former self gave up a fruitless struggle and died. The autopsy showed that he died of selfishness, pessimism, fear, worry, indecision, regrets, stewing about business, irritability, envy, false desires and other complications. But this old Vash Young wasn't wholly bad, for this he left me: A great store of optimism, courage, contentment, dominion over business worries, patience and freedom from harmful appetites. I took this inheritance out into the business world, and it has made me successful beyond my fondest hopes.
I started giving it away and soon discovered that the more I gave the more I had.
From the book “A Fortune To Share”
1931 By Vash Young
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