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The Basket Weaver
Read this out of Sayadaw U. Pandita's book, "In This Very Life." Very inspiring book about meditation practice. I like this little story and wanted to share. 
Have a great day
There once was a man who worked as a basket weaver. He was a simple man who enjoyed weaving his baskets. he whistled and sang and passed the day happily as he worked. At night he retired to his little hut and slept well. One day a wealthy man passed by and saw this poor wretched basket weaver. He was filled with compassion and gave him a thousand dollars. "Take this," he said, "and go enjoy yourself."
The basket weaver took the money with much appreciation. He had never seen a thousand dollars in his life. He took it back to his ramshackle hut and was wondering where he could keep it. But his hut was not very secure. He could not sleep all night because he was worried about robbers, or even rats nibbling at his cash.
The next day he took his thousand dollars to work, but he did not sing or whistle because he was worrying so much about his money again. Once more that night he did not sleep, and in the morning he returned the thousand dollars to the wealthy man, saying "Give me back my happiness."
Have a great dayThere once was a man who worked as a basket weaver. He was a simple man who enjoyed weaving his baskets. he whistled and sang and passed the day happily as he worked. At night he retired to his little hut and slept well. One day a wealthy man passed by and saw this poor wretched basket weaver. He was filled with compassion and gave him a thousand dollars. "Take this," he said, "and go enjoy yourself."
The basket weaver took the money with much appreciation. He had never seen a thousand dollars in his life. He took it back to his ramshackle hut and was wondering where he could keep it. But his hut was not very secure. He could not sleep all night because he was worried about robbers, or even rats nibbling at his cash.
The next day he took his thousand dollars to work, but he did not sing or whistle because he was worrying so much about his money again. Once more that night he did not sleep, and in the morning he returned the thousand dollars to the wealthy man, saying "Give me back my happiness."
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