The Banker and the Pauper Once upon a time there lived a pauper and a banker. The former was as poor as the latter was rich. However the poor man was happy whereas the banker was not. The banker was annoyed about the fact that while he tossed and turned in his bed at night, the pauper slept peacefully and always awoke rested and full of energy. One day the banker could not stand it any longer. He decided to find out why the pauper was happy in spite of his poverty. So he asked him his yearly income because he believed that happiness could only be measured in terms of wealth. "I don't count too well, nor do I really care. I live each day as it comes and never worry about the next," "Well, then, just tell me how much you earn in one day," insisted the rich man. "I earn what I need. And even that would be too much were it not for all the Sundays and holidays when I must close my shop." The banker liked the pauper. He presented the poor man with a bag of h...
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