Carl, a wealthy landowner, would often ride across his large farm, congratulating himself on his great fortune. He came across Hans, an old tenant farmer while driving around his estates on his beloved horse. Carl rode by while Hans was sitting under a tree.
'I was just giving Thanks for my rice,' Hans said.
'If that what I wanted to eat, I wouldn't feel like offering thanks,' Carl objected.
'God has provided me with everything I require, and I am grateful for it,' Hans responded.
'Interestingly, you would come by today,
I had a nightmare last night,' the old farmer said. 'The richest man in the valley will die tonight,' said a voice in my dream. I'm not sure what it entails, but I thought I'd let you know.'
'Dreams are nonsense,' Carl snorted, galloping backward, but he couldn't ignore Hans' words...
The valley's wealthiest guy will die tonight.
Since he was the wealthiest man in the valley, he called his doctor to dinner that night. Carl informed the doctor of Hans's remarks. 'Carl, you are as solid and sound as a horse,' the doctor told the landowner after a careful inspection. You're not going to die tonight,' says the narrator.
Nonetheless, the doctor sat with Carl for safety's sake, and the two of them played cards all night. Carl apologized for being too angry about the old man's dream when the doctor left the next day.
Carl's door was knocked at about nine o'clock by a courier.
'What exactly is it?' Carl was adamant.
'It was about aged Hans,' the messenger said. He passed away peacefully last night.'
You don't need money to be wealthy; being grateful for what you have in life would make you happy.
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