Tom and his son, Tyler, were looking for a place to eat, when a man suddenly stood up from the steps of an abandoned building.
The man's clothes were slightly torn and dirty. He looked exhausted; his eyes were low and seemed to be struggling to focus on the father and son standing in front of him.
"S-sir..." the man said, repeatedly bobbing his head as if trying to stay awake. "I-don't... got... place to s-stay. Please h-help me out? Can... you l-lend s-some money... sir? Really... tired."
Holding his son's shoulders, Tom looked at the man with sympathy.
Tom said, "No. I don't have any money to spare," and walked off with Tyler.
The father and son son found a pizzeria and decided to eat there. There were not many other customers. After giving the cashier their orders, they sat down.
"Coming up next," a talk show host said from a TV set that was mounted on the wall two yards from them, "millionaire, Arnold Sheraton, returns to his hometown for a guest appearance."
"Look, Dad," Tyler said as he pointed to the TV behind his father. "A millionaire grew up right here in our city. "
"Millionaires are selfish, Tyler, never forget that," Tom said. "People are meant to have just enough money to get by. Any more, and they make it harder than it needs to be for everyone else to make any. Sheraton should be giving that money to me and other non-rich folk. Heaven knows we work hard enough. I have to struggle to make a living, and snobs like him hog all the money and just spend it on fancy cars and houses to rub in our faces. They don't even care about us. Makes no sense to be that selfish."
"Two slices," the man at the cash register said.
Tom paid the cashier and carried the plates to his table.
Waiting for his pizza to cool, Tom turned in his seat to watch TV.
The talk show was on the air. The host and the millionaire sat across from each other.
"Arnold," the host addressed his guest, "I understand you're investing two million dollars to have the first human shelter in the city built. Is that correct?"
"That is correct, George," Arnold answered. "Not only that, but I will be actively building it brick by brick alongside the constructors."
The guest went on to explain about being raised in a poor family, struggling to make ends meet, and using his rewards to help unfortunate people. Not once did he sound full of himself.
Tom was speechless as he watched the entire interview with his son.
The moral of the story is, there is more to financial freedom than the ability to buy flashy materials. Wealthy people can afford to fund shelters, hospitals, and more utilities that society needs, in addition to taking care of themselves, and many of them do so. If you do not have much money, no matter how much you dislike the big problems in the world, you won't solve nearly as many of them. Choosing to have "just enough to get by" because you sympathize with the less fortunate and hate the rich only makes you one of those less fortunate. And that certainly won't help them.