i always believed that a rich man is not the one who has the most, but the one who needs the least.
since i was a little kid, i have always felt that i was rich, that my family was rich.
but, moneywise, we actually weren't.
my father worked in a bank, while my mother worked as a government employee. together, they worked hard and earned enough to raise me and my two siblings. they struggled to make the family live comfortably. and kudos to them, i think they succeeded, for there was never a time when one of us had to sacrifice school simply because we had no tuition money. in fact, we actually had extra money to go on vacation during summer.
but we lived a simple life.
my father did not own any luxury car, but it was his rickety car that brought us to school and back home every day. each ride to and from school was always comfortable, eventful, and enjoyable. during each trip, the car was filled with laughter, as well as assorted stories of the events of the day.
we did not live in a mansion, but our bungalow was always filled with laughter and provided us shelter. it was a home, a peaceful sanctuary -- always clean, its garden always green, and always eager to welcome us all.
we did not have the best gourmet food available, but our meals were always a gustatory event with my mother's excellent cooking.
my siblings and i did not always have brand new, designer, and expensive clothes, but we were always neat and decently attired.
we did not have the best and most advanced toys, but playtime for us was most enjoyable as any child could ever desire.
yes, we always had enough for our needs.
i was rich, and i still am.
