Mr. Bill has been delivering lectures to various students. His seminars were filled with humor, wisdom and motivation. While he was walking up to the classroom, a bad news was flashing through his mind. The problem of teenagers committing suicide.
He made up his mind that he would give a lesson to his students which they'll cherish in their hard times.
Students altogether rose up from their seat as Mr. Bill stepped into the classroom. He smiled at his students and then groped into his wallet, pulling out a $100 note.
With his popular way of addressing students he began the lecture. "So my friends, anyone who wants this $100, please raise their hands up."
All two hundred students' hands went up.
"Nice, interesting." Mr. Bill smiled which was close to a poker face.
"Interesting. Let me try out something else." Mr. Bill folded the note into half. "Now who wants it?"
Still two hundred hands went up.
"Really interesting." Mr. Bill grinned. And what he did next was quite surprising to his students. He crumpled the note like a disposable paper. "Now who wants it?"
Still two hundred hands went up. This was getting interesting for students as well.
Mr. Bill chucked the note on the floor and trampled it as ruthlessly as possible. Some students gaped at him as if he's a madman. And then he picked the note up—it became dirty and more crushed—and then looked at his students. "Now who wants it?"
Still two hundred hands went up.
"Today, my friends, you've learned an important lesson. I folded this note into half, then I crumpled it, I screwed it with my shoe, but still all of you wanted to have this note. Because it holds value. In a same way there will be hard times when life will crumple you, it will crush you, it will tread on you, but our lives never cease to hold value. Our value is not created by the price of our clothes or bank balance or job title we have. You see, that spark within us of knowledge, eternity and bliss is never taken away. That's the thing which never loses value."
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