One day I met a man, I can’t say if it was by fate because I don’t believe in it. He had this questioning look upon his weary face.
As the conversation went on, he posed this question to me. Am I a servant? I thought long and hard about it. An hour later, I gave him the answer.
In this life, we are all servants because we all serve each other! No matter if you are a Pope, President, King, Queen, Teacher layperson or the man in the street.
As much as you think it isn’t right, logically speaking, tell me if I am right or wrong.
We are all servants on this journey to the Promised Land. It is the greatest honour to serve men no matter who they are.
Another thing is this don’t we serve God or our higher power no matter what form it takes.
Think about it, we are like missionaries, trying to better not only ourselves but the world out there.
There is nothing wrong with being a servant because in that lies your wealth.
I don’t know if he got it at that time.
One year later, I met him again, and he hugged me and told me I was right, I am a servant.
The human race is all servants to the one that created them. Indeed he became that humble servant.