Rich or poor we all get the same days. Or, no matter how big the bank account, time is the same.
I was working at our plant in San Francisco. Someone came in and was suggesting that I was getting rich. I demurred and said that no, I wasn’t as rich as he was. We were about to have a verbal throw down on who was “poorer” when I realized that this was silly and suggested that “rich or poor, we all get the same days.” We both nervously smiled and he left.
I am rich, but not in the pocketbook, I’m rich in coming to value the days and hours of life. I’m rich in becoming aware that the relationships I populate my life with are the coin of wealth. I’m rich in celebrating my blessings.