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 Viet Nam 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 his 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 someone bid for
this painting? Who will start the bidding?
Another voice shouted angrily, "We didn't come
to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs,
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 longtime 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 man who took the son gets everything!"
" Author Unknown "
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