...an African Farmer. Day after day the farmer would get up before the glow of the sun inched over the horizon, his back aching from the day before. Hands worn rough with calluses, the farmer worked his land each and every day.

Then one day he heard how some of the farmers in the surrounding area were selling off their farms and setting out in search of riches. Then one day he decided, “I’ve had enough!” He sold his farm and set out on an adventure. He spent the rest of his life wandering the African continent desperately trying to find a gleaming hint of a diamond.

He never did.

In a fit of despair he threw himself into a river and drowned.

Meanwhile, the man who had bought his farm was leisurely strolling along a small stream on his new property, when he caught a colorful glint out of the corner of his eye. He bent down and picked up a good-sized stone he thought was just a pretty piece of quartz.

Weeks later a visitor to his farm saw the stone on his mantle and gasped. “Do you know what that is?” “It’s got to be one of the biggest diamonds ever discovered!”

The little creek bed was full of them, and the land the first farmer sold for pennies became one of the most productive diamond mines in all of South Africa.

The moral of the story is this: