There once was a king who carried generational wealth, a cheerful giver he was to all. Above the courts was a young man named Yoseph who served in the land of Shurdha. Humility and gratitude rested on his heart as he worked for the king making an honest wage. The young man was very poor yet a dreamer, he aspired to someday have riches like his master king. Knowing that excellence would capture his attention, he worked relentlessly.
On his way home, Yoseph came across a wise man. He gave Yoseph stones that were in a forgotten cave.
"Do not let go of these until you find what you are searching for."
The king found favor in Yoseph and he sent for him.
"I have watched how you've handled the palace as if it were your very own."
He leads him to the different areas of the castle...
"I will put you in charge of all, appointing you as a commissioner over the land."
He eagerly presents a room that stored treasures. Diamonds, rubies, and art pieces. At the end of the room was a lavender linen robe, a robe that would be a declaration to all about Yoseph's role.
"I order that no one in Shurdha shall do anything without your permission."
A royal ring was bestowed to Yoseph.
Yoseph gripping onto the stones in his pocket, remained silent as he looked around the room.
His face was grieved, as he remembered what the wise man had told him.
Yoseph returned the ring to the king and walked away.
The king sighed...
"Wisdom cannot be imparted."
