Sullivan was disappointed at what his old man left him as an inheritance.
Not that he expected to get the bull share of what he left behind. But how could he have imagined that he’ll be given such a trifle?
His father Truman had passed away a couple of months ago, having lived till the ripe age of 80. He died a wealthy man with a good number of holdings, businesses and property to his name.
But of all there was to give away, the only thing that came to him was a document for a parcel of land in his name and with a note attached to it.
The note read, ‘value this inheritance; there is more to it than you think’.
As though the mockery wasn’t enough, he discovered that the land was located in the hinterland.
He considered what to do with a parcel of land in the middle of nowhere. “It wouldn’t even fetch a good price to start a small business if I decide to sell it off.”
Just to think that Billy, the family’s black sheep, had cut a better deal while he got next to nothing for his meritorious service to Truman.
For all he cared, his late father never meant well for him.
Seeing that he’ll never need it, he decided to transfer its ownership to Ryan, an old acquaintance of his who lived there.
He’ll rather give it out for free than sell it. Good riddance to bad rubbish!
It was a fortunate Ryan to whom Sullivan bequeathed the property. He had been desirous of acquiring a piece of land where he could farm and sink a well to water the crops. He set to work immediately and engaged the services of a couple of labourers who began to dig.
They hadn’t dug for too long when one of the labourers called Ryan’s attention to a curious find: It was a sprinkling of metallic elements of a deep, rich yellow colour.
I think you just struck gold Mr Ryan, one of the labourers informed him.
Be grateful, even for the seemingly little things.