By Lynn Moncus: Quay County Sun Coumnist
If you receive as much junk mail as I, you probably wonder along with me just how many people bother to open it and how many fall into the traps when they read that they could win big money if they will only send a few dollars to the writer in order to receive just the right numbers to play the lottery or to see if their number on the card matches that held by the sponsor of a contest.
Yes, I open some on occasion just to see what scam is currently being run and am often amazed by the promises of money and happiness. Some of the perpetrators are clever enough to make the letters seem if they are written personally to the recipient and may even contain a few statements they found on the Internet to make the reader think they know him personally. They call us by first name as if we are friends and may also include a few “handwritten” statements to make the letter seem even more personal.
Not long ago, I was reading one that promised me the sky and everything under it if I would just send $35 in order to learn which numbers I should play in the lottery.
That female writer said she knew just how very unhappy I had been all my life and how I had suffered greatly because of lack of money. She and/or her minions had spent much time composing a five-page “personal” letter, and according to the opening paragraph she had thought of me at 5:00 A.M. the day she was writing.
Because I was so much on her mind and so important to her, she just had to write to tell how she could “help” me.
She devoted several paragraphs to the subject of money and how it could bring me total happiness. Although she was trying to make me think she was focusing her mind on me, she surely had picked the wrong person, but just how many others received that same letter and felt she really could do what she said? Maybe some had led an unhappy life and fell for her ruse. Maybe they thought that $35, which they might not be able to afford, would bring them both money and happiness. The dame probably received quite a bit of money, and the donors probably received none.
When someone uses money and happiness as synonyms, we can but guess that they know very little about life. Were that writer a real person, I’d surely like to invite her to spend a day here in our county to learn a little about happiness and a lot about life. She wouldn’t even have to buy her own cup of coffee if she would but agree to follow a few of us around in order to observe how content we really are.
She’d learn right away that money can’t buy a beautiful sunrise or sunset, that it can’t buy friends, that it can’t buy the feeling of home we have here. She’d probably be shocked to see some of us stop to pick up a pretty rock to admire and to hold for a few minutes just to enjoy its beauty.
She’d probably be unable to understand the feelings I have when I stand on the rim of the canyons out home because she has never had such poignant feelings from her penthouse paid for by poor people who thought she could help them.
She wouldn’t be able to cope with the idea that money can’t buy happiness because she doesn’t know the meaning of the word or the feelings some of us have as we talk about our past and even about our present. She has no idea that happiness cannot be bought at any price, and that not all people even give much thought to money other than to try to have enough to be fairly comfortable or to help others in need.
Happiness is priceless! Money is just money!