There was a millionaire who went to Tiffany’s to buy himself a Patek Philippe, a Swiss wristwatch that can cost over five thousand dollars. He bought the watch and as he came out of the store, a vagrant accosted him, asking him for the price of a Big Mac. The millionaire, whose name was Bull Marquet, sidestepped the vagrant and continued to his limo.
A few days later he was reading the morning papers, and noticed the obituary for his half-brother, illegitimate, as he always said, who had died outside a Manhattan jewelry store. The cause of death was malnourishment, or starvation. He recognized the picture, taken in a better day, as that of the vagrant. He paused.
Life slips by, and the important things we never notice. A watch is not worth five thousand when compared to a brother’s life. I have many brothers.