Nice

This evening I received a call from My Mother residing at the other side of the globe. She told me that my Uncle is going to Nice with him billionaire friend. I am not going to mention any name. This big fellar is so rich that he has his own private jet. Enough salivating listening to the boost of this person's apparent richness my mom had excited me with the news that my Uncle had invited me to join them in Nice.

To my self, I though that it would be great. Especially to the fact that they will come in April when it is Easter holiday to Nice. My first response was: "Is it in Italy?"
Yes, I know. Out of all responses I could have my response was not a mere symbol of ignorance. Ooops, it is a strong word I must keep the positivity flowing.
Anyway.

Hours later, I was in my office and told my friend that I might be going to Nice this coming April.

Apparently, Nice is located in Southern France the place where the most rich and famous go. Demoralized. As I have yet identified nor do I have attribute to be put in the same category as these people. You know, I was thinking backpackers hotels or hostels. But No! I will be spending a weekend with them these rich or rather this ultra-rich person.

Exciting-to feel the abundance around him. To witness wealth and joy he radiates. I can't wait.

In the mean time, I am still waiting for my first one million dollar cheque. I do not ask how or why or analize. It comes to me.

Ok that is an update for me.

May abundant wealth be with you.

Dollar!