"It is health that is the real wealth,
not pieces of gold and silver"
How true is this saying!!!
Rich or poor
black or white
young or old,
everyone of us is affected by our health,
and everyone of us needs that doctor,
that hospital
that therapy.
This is the Real Wealth --- our Health --- our very Lives.
Yes,
money 'helps' us through life,
in fact we need it
to buy food, clothes and sometimes that medication,
but it doesn't 'give' us our lives.
Looking after our bodies
our minds
is FREE !
We need to 'learn'
how to look after our minds
our bodies
our lives
to show that we really appreciate
this 'wealth'!
LIVE AND LOVE LIFE!
About the Creator
Ruth Elizabeth Stiff
I love all things Earthy and Self-Help
History is one of my favourite subjects and I love to write short fiction
Research is so interesting for me too
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