Forwarded to me by a friend. Most all know that you can live "free", often without working in Peoria and many parts of the country. Yes, I am aware that many jobs do not pay a living wage but this country still offers the chance of advancement or expansion in almost any endeavor. Free food is available from many sources. Free housing or at least room and board is available from many sources. Free health care has been available for many years. No emergency room can refuse you for any health problems, real or imagined. Free mental and financial advise, free help to fill out many forms one cannot do themselves. Free help to fill out ones Census Form. Free police and fire protection. Free protection from criminals both in our country and from radical terrorists abroad. Nearly free business loans; as low as 3% or lower from government agencies. Free bus passes to many. Free public schools. Free scholarships. Free libraries.
And now more free health care that few people understand; many attorney's and lobbyists will be working for high pay to find out; for both those who can't afford and those who could or can afford some type of health care coverage. And many I have left out.
What I won't leave out is that someone has to pay for all "free". It will be the working and (non-working meaning those who has acquired money through savings, pensions, inheritance, investments, etc.) taxpayer and those who donate. Profits made in the public sector go to support our ballooning government and bureaucracies who hire and pay people who work for them. And to hand out in entitlements, some worthy, many absolutely not, bailouts, subsidies, grants, etc.
The "story" is an interesting read.
Merle
This story is perfect in its simplicity and lesson. It's a story many need to read.
FREE HOUSE
I was in my neighborhood restaurant this morning and
was seated behind a group of jubilant individuals
celebrating the successful passing of the recent health care
bill. I could not finish my breakfast.
This is what ensued:
They were a diverse group of several races and both
sexes. I heard the young man exclaim, “Isn’t Obama like
Jesus Christ? I mean, after all, he is healing the sick.”
The young woman enthusiastically proclaimed, “Yeah,
and he does it for free. I cannot believe anyone would think
that a free market would work for health care. They are all
crooks and thieves and don’t deserve all of that
money.”
Another said, "The stupid Republicans want us all to
starve to death so they can inherit all of the power. Obama
should be made a Saint for what he did for those of us less
fortunate.”
At this, I had had enough. I arose from my seat,
mustering all the restraint I could find, and approached
their table. “Please excuse me; may I impose upon you for
one moment?”
They smiled and welcomed me to the conversation. I
stood at the end of their table, smiled as best I could and
began an experiment. “I would like to give one of you my
house. It will cost you no money and I will pay all of the
expenses and taxes for as long as you live there. Anyone
interested?”
They looked at each other in astonishment. “Why
would you do something like that?” asked a young man.
“There isn’t anything for free in this world.”
They began to laugh at me, as they did not realize
this man had just made my point. “I am serious, I will
give you my house for free, no money what so ever. Anyone
interested?”
In unison, a resounding, “Hell Yeah” fills the room.
“Since there are too many of you, I will have to
make a choice as to who receives this money free bargain.”
I noticed an elderly couple was paying attention to the
spectacle unfolding before their eyes, the old man shaking
his head in apparent disgust. “I tell you what; I will
give it to the one of you most willing to obey my rules.”
Again, they looked at one another, an expression of
bewilderment on their faces. The perky young woman asked,
“What are the rules?”
I smiled and said, “I don’t know. I have not yet
defined them. However, it is a free home that I offer you.”
They giggled amongst themselves, the youngest of which
said, “What an old coot. He must be crazy to give away his
home. Go take your meds, old man.”
I smiled and leaned into the table a bit further. “I
am serious, this is a legitimate offer.”
They gaped at me for a moment. “Hell, I’ll take it
you old fool. Where are the keys?” boasted the youngest
among them.
“Then I presume you accept ALL of my terms then?”
I asked.
The elderly couple seemed amused and entertained as
they watched from the privacy of their table. “Oh hell
yeah! Where do I sign up?”
I took a napkin and wrote, “I give this man my home,
without the burden of financial obligation, so long as he
accepts and abides by the terms that I shall set forth upon
consummation of this transaction.” I signed it and handed
it to the young man who eagerly scratched out his
signature.
“Where are the keys to my new house?” he asked in
a mocking tone of voice.
All eyes were upon us as I stepped back from the
table, pulling the keys from pocket and dangling them before
the excited new homeowner. “Now that we have entered into
this binding contract, witnessed by all of your friends, I
have decided upon the conditions you are obligated to adhere
from this point forward. You may only live in the house for
one hour a day. You will not use anything inside of the
home. You will obey me without question or resistance. I
expect complete loyalty and admiration for this gift I
bestow upon you. You will accept my commands and wishes with
enthusiasm, no matter the nature. Your morals and principles
shall be as mine. You will vote as I do, think as I do and
do it with blind faith. These are my terms. Here are your
keys.”
I reached the keys forward and the young man looked at
me dumb founded. “Are you out of your freaking mind? Who
would ever agree to those ridiculous terms?” the young man
appeared irritated.
“You did when you signed this contract before
reading it, understanding it and with the full knowledge
that I would provide my conditions only after you committed
to the agreement” was all I said. The elderly man chuckled
as his wife tried to restrain him. I was looking at a now
silenced and bewildered group of people.
“You can shove that stupid deal up you’re a** old
man, I want no part of it,” exclaimed the now infuriated
young man.
“You have committed to the contract, as witnessed by
all of your friends; you cannot get out of the deal unless I
agree to it. I do not intend to let you free now that I have
you ensnared. I am the power you agreed too. I am the one
you blindly and without thought chose to enslave yourself
too. In short, I am your Master.”
At this, the table of celebrating individuals became a
unified group against the unfairness of the deal.
After a few moments of unrepeatable comments and
slurs, I revealed my true intent. “What I did to you is
what this administration and congress did to you with the
health care legislation. I easily suckered you in and then
revealed the real cost of the bargain. Your folly was in the
belief that you can have something you did not earn; that
you are entitled to that which you did not earn; that you
willingly allowed someone else to think for you. Your
failure to research, study and inform yourself permitted
reason to escape you. You have entered into a trap from
which you cannot flee. Your only chance of freedom is if
your new Master gives it unto you. A freedom that is given
can also be taken away; therefore, it is not freedom.”
With that, I tore up the napkin and placed it before
the astonished young man. “This is the nature of your new
health care legislation.” I turned away to leave these few
in thought and contemplation and was surprised by applause.
The elderly gentleman, who was clearly entertained, shook my
hand enthusiastically and said, “Thank you Sir, these kids
don’t understand Liberty these days.” He refused to
allow me to pay my bill as he said, “You earned this one,
it is an honor to pickup the tab.”
I shook his hand in thanks, leaving the restaurant
somewhat humbled, and sensing a glimmer of hope for my
beloved country.
~~~Use reason, it is the closest you are going to get
to Godly conduct. ~~~Clifford A. Wright
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