I thought I
could change the world with money. Many will remember me and say
I have, but, as my blistered feet ache upon pebbles of dirt, the
sorrow of my melodies may be heard through anyone who cared to
listen. I abandoned my life, unable to look upon what I created,
and gouged my eyes. Wherever I may walk, may I find eternal
peace. But if it means that much to you, I will tell you but for
a loaf of bread. Thank You.
Yes, yes, I won the lottery and used my wealth to create the
imaginations of my thoughts unto reality. Of which wealth I
inherited more money than anyone could spend in a thousand life
times. I bought only one ticket, once in my life. Would you by
any chance happen to have any warm water for me to dip my bread?
Oh thank you! But yes, how curious to see everyone around me
shell out bundles of their income in hopes of winning, but I, won
with a measly dollar. A whim, because my father said i always had
incredible luck, for better or worse, but he said, "son, on your
21st birthday you should buy a ticket, with your luck, you never
know. All that bad luck has to flip sometime."
right, and he was the first person to receive the first letter of
many. They went to everyone in my family that had at least a drop
of my blood in their veins. Over a hundred letters were sent,
plain letters, and simple font saying, "sell everything you own
and arrive at my doorstep with nothing but the clothes on your
back. Then give me all your money."
Of course the ones who called me incessantly once they found out
I won (to ask for free money) did not respond.
But those that did, and they were few, arrived. My grandmother,
my mother, my father and his wife and children (who were two of
my half brothers) and mysister, 2 of my uncles and 1 of my aunts
came. Everyone elsethoughtI hadbecomesome money mongol and did
not think twice.
In sum i received 5 million from those who came. It was difficult
for these people were so attached to materials, but they had
faith in me. Never once have I gone against my word and never
once have I done ill towards my family with intention. So when
they arrived at my door, with nothing but the clothes they wore
with a suitcase containing their entire wealth. I greeted them
Thank you for the bread, this rain does hurt my sun scars,
refreshing for a few moments but easily abused within
"Would you like some more bread"?
Oh you are most kind! and I forgive the delay of the story, but
your hospitality is rare for a man such as myself. You see, each
night the cold rain harasses my blind eyes and my fingers bleed
from shielding myself from the kicks of nasty children. My beard
is a tangled mess, I know this because my fingers are caught in
place in their failed attempts to comb each hair.
"If the story is good enough, perhaps I'll let you wash up"
It was a small house and we were all cramped, forced to sleep in
the same room. I slept in a room alone away from them. I
overheard them bicker, "I thought it would be bigger" but I
ignored their skepticism. They awoke early, perhaps because my
uncles snored too loudly or because it was too hot. A lack of fan
and air conditioner made them skeptical if i had even a few extra
dollars in mywallet. But my sister reassured herself, "he was on
the tv and he got a biiiiiiig check!" she grinned. Everyone else
nodded and my dubious aunt spoke, "well idon'twatch tv". They
began shouting and arguing as to whether it wasa goodidea to sell
their homes and furniture, family heirlooms and all. Before they
could doubt my intentions I entered the room with a silver tray.
Silence pierced the room with the echoes of hungry stomachs
questioning the motives of my appearance. Eyes gleamed against
the silver plate as my uncle approached me with his
slightlystubblechin, "is that food?" i replied "better" what
could be better than food, they all wondered. ":But before i may
reveal this gift, i need all ur suitcases".
they hesitated but my grandmother did not. she handed it over and
kissed my cheek. like grumpy penguins they all lined up and
stacked themon topof one another. I set the tray in my sisters
arms and told her not to let anyone see what was inside. As i
pushed the suitcases of treasure out the door i could hear their
restlessness claw at my sister. When i had returned my sister
gave me ahelplesslook with an empty platter and the silver top on
the floor. Furious eyebrows scrunched their frustration as my
eldest uncle, Alfonso, spoke, "what the hell is this shit?"
"its your gift" i said amused.
they did not share my imagination nor passion so i painted a
picture with words,
"What do you want?" my uncle said, "food!"
"!Yeah!" came a few voices,"and answers!"
"no", i said, "what do you want?"
they stood silent with confusion scrunching their eyebrows. My
sister spoke, "I dont ever want to worry about money;.
This got their imagination rolling but before their greed could
consume them i interrupted "What do you want out of life?"
"To be a doctor"
They still did not understand.
so i asked one last time, "you are all given one life. Just one
and you spend it worrying over trivialities and drama. This is
your opportunity to have your eternal dream fulfilled. I will
make it happen. So, what do you want?:
My sister looked at me and said, "To see another world".