One morning I saw this man sweeping the road and I thought what a terrible job this must be. Sitting in the comfort of my clean car, I wondered if he ever looked forward to a day at work. As he cleaned the road, his broom threw up little clouds of dust that rose in silent agitation to meet the sun rays that forced their way through the foliage of a tree and then magically turned to gold! But the man who turned dust to gold never looked up to see it. Because he wasn’t looking for gold, he was simply busy getting rid of the dirt…
