Pretty sure I’ve heard a few different versions of Gill’s story (often in preachy email forwards), but I have no idea where it came from.
When I was a small child my dad told me the story of an impoverished spice trader who worked hard, but didn’t have enough to sometimes feed his family. He was poor, but he was honest, selling his wares at the market for reasonable prices. He also gained a reputation for being of good and genuine character. With in about three years his reputation spread and his wealth grew. He never forgot, however that at that same market was a mint trader selling his wares for three and four times the price and boasting about his wares. The spice trader, now wealthy with a fine ox cart, and two other fine carts for his two oldest sons returned to that same market he had been to years earlier saw a man in begger’s rags, and recognized him as the mint trader. Not forgetting his humble beginnings he bought the now impoverished mint trader bread and figs to feed him and his family.
What area of the world do you think this is from, and did your parents ever tell you stories passed through the generations?