Saturday, December 23, 2006

The values of life . . .

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.
He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art." The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your
son did for me. It's a gift."
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"
There was silence.
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."
But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"
Another voice angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh’s, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"
But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the long time gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
"We have $10, who will bid $20?"
"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."
"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"
A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."
"What about the paintings?"
"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!"


Hammer said...

That's a great twist. Didn't see it coming.

BBC said...

I wish one picture or vision of Jesus hadn't become so famous.

The face is always changing as the spirit moves on and is reborn in others.

Well, back to my retreat. Hugs.

Lexcen said...

Kirsten, thank you for the lovely E-card. Wishing you a happy festive season. We will think of you during our feasting and merriment. It will be a quiet event with close family and friends. Nothing extravagant. I've heard it's cold in Egypt but I know you have a warm heart. Cheers.

Anonymous said...

i thank you so much for your christmas greetings kristen. you are like the mother i never had.

but i don't have a religion, and i'm specially not a christian. what i have against christians is personal. even after 500 years of complete subordination of the native peoples those PEOPLE are still going around and trying to convert others....why can't they just leave them alone...

Happy new year...

The Phosgene Kid said...

Told you Jesus was a white guy. In the picture I saw as a kid he was a bit more blond, though.

Happy Christmas to you as well.

Kirsten N. Namskau said...

The phosegene kid: That's not Jesus...It's the son of the old man who died

Curmudgeon said...

That'll learn 'em.

Princess Saphire said...

great story!