A story of gratitude

I lost everything—and gained much more

Less than a year ago I was living in my $2.5 million home in the Silicon Valley of California. I was driving one of my two Mercedes Benzes—either my classic 1964 model or the big 300 SL. Or I could have been going to my top-floor office in the building that I owned—with a panoramic view of the city of San Jose. And some years ago, I might even have been driving to the airport to pilot my own four-seater Cessna 182.

Today, I don't have those things anymore. I lost them all—and gained something better. You'll now find me at home in a 900-square-foot cottage. There was a time when I would have driven right past where I now live and thought of the place as being in "reduced" circumstances. After all, this little house doesn't sit on a hill with a view of the San Francisco Bay. There's no swimming pool on an acre of landscoped grounds, not even a golf course within shouting distance—which were all amenities of my previous home.

I had lived in that beautiful dwelling overlooking the bay and a golf course for over 40 years. Why would I have wanted to move? Well, of course I didn't. Yet, I had lessons to learn. And this forced move taught me one of life's most important lessons. I needed to gain a much more spiritual understanding of home. And with that understanding came a deeper gratitude for God's blessings.

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Homeward bound
November 24, 2003

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