So it happened November 23rd, 1988. I had just visited the parliament, on the prime minster's orders to look for a crack in the ceiling that was causing a leak. Now, I was strictly Greek Orthodox, but that is another story for another time. So I put up the scaffolding on the left wall, next to a marble column. The gum I was chewing lost it's flavor, so I spit it down on the parliament floor. Little did I know of the repercussions. So as I was searching for this leak, I found something else of interest. My hand hit a rather large metal object, and when I pulled it out, it happened to be a lock box. Me being so curious, I decided to try and open it, but a key was needed. Putting the box away, I finished my job. I found a crack and fixed it up. I called for the prime minister to tell him my work was done. As he came in, I told him of my work, and he thanked me. I then told him of the lock box, hoping he had an answer to it.He thought for a second, then decided he should take it from me and ask around the country for whoever had the key. Whoever had the key would win what ever was inside of the box. Word passed around, and nobody answered the leader's call. Then on a fray morning, a small boy came up to the prime minister with a small bronze key. The Prime Minister tried the key, and sure enough, the box opened. Amazed, the Prime Minister gave the box to the boy. Wondering about the contents of the box, the Prime Minister asked the boy what was inside. The boy responded, not with an answer, but with a wise comment.. "What is inside the box doesn't matter, it is what is inside your heart that matters."
That was the day I cut a a guy off on the highway.
