The story of a Man

     There is a story of a man born into a poor family. That family had to work their way through life, they also had to run for their life. But the boy had a good childhood and grew to become a good man. A man of little means but a vast knowledge of love and forgiveness and the ability to teach. He never touted his origins or used that against anyone. He had within him the knowledge of the Universe, given to him by his father. He taught forgiveness and love and healed the lame. He was never carried around in a gold chariot, he had nothing of worth to his name other than his knowledge. In the last 2000 years he has become the most talked about person in history, because of his deeds. But he meet his demise at the hands of people who had seen how happy a man could be without all the trimmings in life. He meet his demise by men of wealth and power and did ride around in gold chariots. But we do not remember those men, we remember the MAN who stood alone for other MEN. We remember the love and forgiveness and mercy he taught. We remember he had no belongings but the cloths on his back and the knowledge in his head. But we remember. Or do we?