There once lived a man of great wealth. Although a doctor by trade, the rich man, of course, amassed his great fortune through other endeavors. Skilled at understanding the power of generosity, the rich man built his reputation around his ability to solve problems. Free, however, these solutions were not. Nevertheless, the rich man endeavored to create solutions for simple problems, in a way that only he could, as a learned doctor. And so, the rich man lived happily, traveling the world, promoting (and selling) his creations to all who believed in his generously spirited products.
Through one of the rich man’s endeavors—volunteering his medical advice and assistance to the great Veterans of America—the rich man met and became close with the veteran who organized and hosted the events. Being not a rich man, the veteran lived a simple life in the quiet humility of having survived the atrocities of war. Through the rich man and veteran’s friendship, the two would meet from time to time. The rich man lived on the coast, the veteran, in the mountains. No matter, they would always reach out and spend time together whenever each visited the other’s region.
During one such occasion, the rich man invited the veteran (along with his family) to stay with him at his own home. Excited and grateful, the veteran happily brought his family to visit and stay with the rich man. Upon the veteran’s arrival, the rich man greeted the veteran and his family outside his home, in the drive. The rich man, busy with the social life of a financially freed person, announced that he could stay only long enough to settle them in but that soon, he would need to travel to some place for some appointment. Understanding, the veteran and the family made themselves at home, as instructed, and then the rich man asked the veteran to move his car out of the drive so that he could, more easily, move his own car in and out of the garage. The veteran complied and backed his car out of the center of the drive and parked it out of the way of the garage.
As the veteran moved his car, the rich man began pointing down at the cement of his drive. Exiting his vehicle, the veteran emerged into a flurry of disgust and frustration. The rich man began ranting about the oil stain on the cement that the veteran’s car had left on his drive. Slightly irate, the rich man asked the veteran why his car leaked oil. The veteran replied with a bit of a scowl and huffed that, obviously, the car is not new. The rich man shook his head and asked the veteran to move his car out onto the gravel driveway. A bit incensed now too, the veteran apologized and moved his vehicle. In the same moment, the rich man pulled his car out of the garage and drove off to his appointment.