Being Rich

Yesterday at approximately 7 pm, I was talking to someone who has just bought a RM 2 million apartment in London in anticipation of his son's education there next year. The parents plan to pop over every alternate months to check on the child so the apartment will mean 'savings' on hotel bills!This is similar to a case I know of in which the father bought a house in LA when the son went over there for tertiary education. My first reaction is .... wow so this is how the rich move around. And I thought that getting prepacked meals, boiling water weekly and getting an air cond room for my son in Seremban was over indulgence!Phew, what one can do if one has the money.I remember when we were poor self supporting undergraduates in the late 70's, my friend and I used to see this shop in Sungai Wang with beautiful dresses. We told ourselves that we too could be elegant and beautiful if money allows it. We said that when we could effort it, we will one day come back to the shop and be proud owners one of those dresses. Well, I don't know about her, but years later, when money permits, the thought was no longer important. Nice to dream but never a goal.
4 hours later, I was reading the Star newspaper ( yes, this retiree have no time for the papers till 11 pm!), I came across a Fathers' day article . 3 fathers of cerebral palsy children were featured.One even had 2 children with CP.In that moment, my heart went all out for the parents. They have my full respect. I could imagine the pain of finding out and the physical and mental strength they must have to take care of the children. They are definitely fabulous parents.
And then I realise that I too is rich, so very rich. I have 3 wonderful normal children living in a family full with love and care for each other. I too am a multimillionaire.