Sometimes we do wish or pray that we win the lottery or get rich with lots of money. Our shoemaker on this story got that wish unexpectedly, but he was not happy. Check it out..
There was once a poor shoemaker who was always in a good mood. He was so happy that he sang from morning to night. There were always children standing at his window and listening to him sing.
Next door to him lived a very rich man. He spent entire nights counting his money, and then went to bed in the morning. But he could not sleep because of the shoemaker’s singing.
One day he figured out how he could keep the shoemaker from singing.
So he invited the shoemaker to come over and see him. He did.
To his great surprise, the rich man gave him a little bag filled with gold coins. When the shoemaker got back home, he opened the little bag. Never in his life had he ever seen so much money.
He counted it all out carefully, and the children watched him.
It was so much that the shoemaker was afraid to let it out of sight and so he took it along to bed at night. But even there he kept thinking about the money and could not sleep.
So then, he got up and took the bag of money up to the attic.
But on the second thought he was afraid it was not safe there. So the next morning, he brought the money downstairs again.
He then thought of hiding it in the fireplace. “But I’ll just put it in the chicken coop. No one would look for it there,” he decided.
But he was still nervous about the money and so he dug a deep hole in the garden and hid it there. He was so preoccupied with the money that he never got back to making shoes. Nor could he sing anymore. He was so worried that he could not produce a single note. And worst of all, the children did not come around to visit him any longer.
Finally the shoemaker was so unhappy that he dug up the money and hurried back to his neighbor with it.
“Please take this money back,” he said. “Worrying about it has made me sick, and even my friends do not come to see me anymore. ”
“I would rather be a shoemaker, like I was”
Soon the shoemaker was again as happy and contented as before and he sang and worked the whole day.
Author: Willi Hoffsuemmer