King Midas and His Golden Touch

We all know the story of the greedy king named Midas. He had a lot of gold and the more he had the more he wanted. He stored all the gold in his vaults and used to spend time every day counting it.

One day while he was counting a stranger came from nowhere and said he would grant him a wish. The king was delighted and said, “I would like everything I touch to turn to gold.” goldThe stranger asked the king, Are you sure?” The king replied, “Yes.” So the stranger said, “Starting tomorrow morning with the sun rays you will get the golden touch.” The king thought he must be dreaming, this couldn’t be true. But the next day when he woke up, he touched the bed, his clothes, and everything turned to gold. He looked out of the window and saw his daughter playing in the garden. He decided to give her a surprise and thought she would be happy. But before he went to the garden he decided to read a book. The moment he touched it, it turned into gold and he couldn’t read it. Then he sat to have breakfast and the moment he touched the fruit and the glass of water, they turned to gold. He was getting hungry and he said to himself, “I can’t eat and drink gold.” Just about that time his daughter came running and he hugged her and she turned into a gold statue. There were no more smiles left.

The king bowed his head and started crying. The stranger who gave the wish came again and asked the king if he was happy with his golden touch. The king said he was the most miserable man. The stranger asked, “What would you rather have, your food and loving daughter or lumps of gold and her golden statue?” The king cried and asked for forgiveness. He said, “I will give up all my gold. Please give me my daughter back because without her I have lost everything wo rth having.” The stranger said to the king, “You have become wiser than before” and he reversed the spell. He got his daughter back in his arms and the king learned a lesson that he never forget for the rest of his life.

What is the moral of the story?

1. Distorted values lead to tragedy.

2. Sometimes getting what you want may be a bigger tragedy than not getting what you want.

3. Unlike the game of soccer where players can be substituted, the game of life allows no substitutions or replays. We may not get a second chance to reverse our tragedies, as the king did.

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Source: great-motivational-stories.blogspot.com/

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17 thoughts on “King Midas and His Golden Touch

  1. esta historia es parcialmente real, en Argentina la Presidenta Cristina F. de Kirchner parece haber hecho un pacto similar al Rey Midas, lo que ella toca es oro, pero todavía no parece haberse arrepentido. Y cada vez tiene mas oro, es amiga de la Barrick Gold, fuerte productora de oro, y curiosamente, su salud no empeora, porque es mentira que lo que ella toca se vuelve oro. Hay quienes dice que se convierte en billetes de a 500 euros, algo mas liviano para transportar sin que la gente se entere-El cuento del rey Midas es un mito inventado por los ricos para que la población no quiera progresar económicamente y tener mano de obra barata para que los Dueños del Reino sigan cada vez millonarios o billonarios en euros o dolares.

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  2. Drgold says:

    Very inspiring story and quite comparable to what Jesus asked ‘For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?’ Mk8:36,37.

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    Happy Father’s Day and God bless you and yours!
    ~Drgold

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