Flowers bunch of Luck





            That night Mr. Fritz reached into his wallet. He just found a few pieces of money.Recently he received a call from the hospital. He got the news, his sister had an accident. The wound is not severe, but doctors advised her to stay.

After wearing a thick jacket holding a cold, Mr. Fritz immediately summoned a taxi. He will visit his brother. Once again counted his money. Having cut the cost of a taxi, there are only a little rest. Mr. Fritz decided it would buy the remaining interest.

Arriving at the hospital Mr. Fritz immediately met nurse on duty.

"My sister just got back sir. He did not want to stay in the hospital. Doctors were forced to allow it, "said the nurse.

"Well, he's stubborn. Well then, I'll see him tomorrow morning, "said Mr. Fritz disappointed looking at the flowers are already bought.Arriving home, the air was getting colder. When Mr. Fritz to open the door, a small voice from behind.

"Help me, sir. I do not have food to eat tonight, "said the voice was pleading. Apparently the owner of that voice was a boy of about fourteen years old. His clothes were tattered by inviting pity face.

"I do not have food, let alone money. But if you like this flower, take it, "said Mr. Fritz.

"Flowers can not be eaten, sir,"

"Sell, you'll get the money."
For a moment the boy hesitated.Finally, she received the flowers and leave immediately.
Ten years later, Mr. Fritz had forgotten the incident, until one day. 


That evening, Mr. Fritz as usual came home from work. When the winding road toward his house, he made wonder. Looks a nice dark-colored car, parked in front of his house.

"Who owns that car?" Said Mr. Fritz in the liver. Seorngpun not remembered a friend who has a car like that.

"Fritz, you're looking for your old friend," she exclaimed when she saw Mr. Fritz to come.In the living room, looking a young man dressed in a suit that fit. Mr. Fritz did not know him. He tried to remember his old friend first.

"Maybe you have forgotten me," the boy said with a smile.Mr. Fritz nodded.
"But hopefully Mr. remember this," continued the young man holding a sprig of fresh flowers.
"I do not remember who you are," said Mr. Fritz."Well," the young man finally gave up. "Indeed we are meeting only a flash and it was a long time. Back when I was a little poor bum.


One night when my stomach hunger, Father gave me a bouquet. Mr. menyarnkan to sell flowers. I guess it does not sell flowers. Most of the money I used to buy an apple for dinner. The rest I use for capital. Thus, from the time I purchase a small interest. It turned out that my business can grow up to set up a small kiosk. Now I've got their own land, own the store, and several other businesses. This is all thanks to you. With a bouquet of luck that my father started it all, "said the young man at length.

Mr. Fritz smiled at this. He has remembered now. Apparently the rate of administration have been successfully used to transform lives. He patted the boy's shoulder, as he said solemnly, "Without passion and hard work, this interest will not mean anything." ***