Two days before I moving out of my studio. I was cleaning and packing some odds and ends in my almost empty studio. Another artist on my floor stopped by my door and started talking to me. We haven’t talk for years because I had had an argument with her. One time, she was hosting an open house and asked me to pay her $160 as to help part of expenses. Her reason was many of her wealthy friends come to her open house might buy my paintings! When I turned her down she became rather abusive after I closed the door on her, she started to scream at me. She is a very wealthy woman constantly staging shows at the vanity galleries all over the world but few were sold.
It didn’t take long to find out her real purpose: she wanted some of my frames I have (the last few months, I been leaving out some items I did not want outside my studio, all my neighbors been happily pick them up) While talking, she noticed the few picture hooks I haven’t removed from the walls and asked for them as well. She told me she is preparing for an upcoming exhibition and anything would help. I was surprised as those hook which cost less than $2 and been used!
A few hours later, I was on my way home and I went into the small convenience store near my studio. I had been buying the Chinese newspaper for my mother at the store for years. The Chinese man works there speaks little English so I would speak Chinese with him, everyday we make small talks when he was not busy with customers. He works from 10am till 10pm seven days a week. A few times when I entered the store he has fell asleep, I quietly left the money for the papers on the counter not to awake him.
Today, I wanted to say goodbye to him while we were talking he reached over to his right and produced a lottery ticket and wish me good luck! The ticket cost $4 and for some it just a small amount but it likely half of his hour pays. I wanted to pay for the ticket but he insists it was a gift. I was very touched by his generosity and found the meaning of true wealth..