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Things Aren't Always What They Seem

Sharing a story sent to me via email - the author is unknown but the message is beautiful.

Two Angels

Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy
family.
 
The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's
guest room. Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement.  
As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the
wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied,  
"Things aren't always what they seem"
.

 
The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very
hospitable farmer and his wife.
 After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest. When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field.
 
The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel how could you
have let this happen?
  The first man had everything, yet you helped him, she accused.  
The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you
let the cow die..

 
"Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied. "When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall.  
Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed t
he wall so he wouldn't find it. 

Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife I gave him the cow instead. Things aren't always what they seem."


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