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Things are not what they seem

perspective.jpg Two travelling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and the angels were not allowed to stay in the mansion’s guest room. Instead they were allocated a small space in the cold basement. As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, he replied, ”Things aren’t always what they seem.” The next night the pair came took rest at the house of a very poor but very hospitable farmer and his wife. After sharing what little food they had, the couple let the angels sleep in their own bed. Next day the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field. The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel how he could let this happen? ”The first man had everything, yet you helped him,” she accused. ‘The second family had little but was so kind and you let the cow die.” “Things aren’t always what they seem,” the older angel repeated. “When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall. Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn’t find it.” “Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife. I gave him the cow instead. The morale of the story is things may not be what they seem. Your first impression may be wrong.
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