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THE DRUNK...

The master received news that someone was waiting to talk to him in garden. It was a young widow. Her husband had recently passed. He embraced her.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"He was a good man, but he drank too much and it finally killed him."

The master nodded his head sympathetically.

"Everyone loved him and he treated everyone with great affection," she continued. "I don't think I can ever love another man. His children, his family and his friends loved him. But I would tell him that he loved drinking more than any of us. I wish things could have been different."

"Don't destroy yourself drowning in negatives," counseled the master. "I would occasionally pass him on the road when he was returning from a tavern. Alcohol put him in good spirits. Maybe if it hadn't been for his drinking, he wouldn't have been capable of so much love."

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