Once upon a time, there was a good man who had everything anyone could possibly ever need and want in a lifetime.
He had livestock and wealth, enough to have many servants to work for him. He was rich enough to own a small country’s worth of land for his servants’ and animals’ needs, and have enough left over for his wife.
He had love in the form of a family: a wife and ten children, children who could enjoy life to the fullest.
He had principles; morals and good discernment to keep his conscience clean. Of course, he wasn’t perfect, but he was a man who could confess his wrongs and apologise. He was the kind of man who could even apologise for his children.
He had true friends who would stick by him, friends who weren’t by his side because of his wealth.
Life was good for him, even though the journey isn’t complete.
Once upon a time, there was a man who had everything to lose.