when the vietnam 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 there 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 really not 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 swelled up
with tears. he thanks the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "oh no, sir, i could never repay what you 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 great works of art. many people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and
having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. on the platform sat the portrait of his son. the auctioneer pounded his gavel, "we will start with this portrait of the son. who will bid for this picture?
but still the auctioneer continued, "the son! the son! who will 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 you $10 for the painting." being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
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 his gavel. "going once, twice, sold for $10!"
a man sitting in 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?"
人群开始愤怒起来。他们不想要这儿子的画。他们要收藏的是更值得投资的东西。
拍卖经纪人敲打着槌子：“一次竞标，两次竞标，十块得标！”
一位坐在第二排的人喊道：“现在让我们开始进入收藏品的竞标。”
那拍卖经纪人放下他的槌子说：“很抱歉，竞标已经结束了。”
“那些收藏品怎么办？”
"i'm 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 paintings. the man who took the son, gets everything!"
god gave his son 2000 years ago to die on the cruel cross. much like the auctioneer, his message today is "the son, the son, who'll take the son?" because, you see, whoever takes the son gets everything.
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