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Being Good Is Easy, What Is Difficult Is Being Just
We only have what we give
A lavish Easter party was planned at an estate where my friend Bill worked part-time as a teenage groundsman. The wealthy couple who owned the property invited Bill to the event and to bring a guest.
Bill phoned me midweek, his voice upbeat and excited.
“Hey John, have you got any plans for Easter Sunday?”
“Not really, Bill. My folks give my sister and me Easter baskets full of jelly beans and chocolate eggs. Then our family friends, the Davidows, come over in the evening for dinner.”
“Well, you know that rich family I do yard work for? They’re having an afternoon party and an Easter egg hunt. They invited me and said I could bring a guest. The food should be amazing, and their daughter might be there with her friends. Come join me, it’ll be a blast,” Bill said.
I accepted, and that Sunday we both showed up at the party.
We lived in the hills of Los Gatos, California, where many wealthy families lived. I’d never been to this home, and I did not know the family.
The house was large and expertly decorated. Someone in a serving-type uniform, holding a tray of hors d’oeuvres, greeted us at the front door. We passed the living room, full of…
