The Tragedy of being Rich
There was something different about Morris Siegel. On the surface he seemed like your average L.A. street person—roaming about in alleys, sleeping on park benches, and carrying everything he owned in a paper sack. He died the way one expects a street person to die—found in an alley, dead of natural causes. But there was something about him that was different. Maybe it was his three bank accounts containing a total of $207,421.00
Some years prior, Morris’s father died and left the money to him. When Morris did not claim it, the Division of Unclaimed Property tracked him down, and forced him to accept it. He took enough of the money to buy an old car, where he slept in bad weather. He died December 14, 1989, with three dollars in his pocket and an untouched fortune in the bank.
The man was worth close to a quarter of a million dollars and lived in poverty. He could have “turned his life around” and made something of himself—but instead he was satisfied with living out of garbage cans and barely getting by.
Sounds crazy doesn’t it? But things might not be much different today. Several thousand years ago, our Heavenly Father left all of His children eternal wealth—abundant living, eternal life, contentment, joy, peace, and victory. But to this day, many have not claimed it. What a tragedy, what a waste!
Morris Siegel lived a strange life and died a strange death, but let’s not be too quick to point a finger at him. He was only dealing with the temporary, and many of us play the losing game with the eternal.