How much is your life worth?

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I remember reading a story where the same question was posed by a certain king. All the courtiers were dumbfounded not wanting to displease the king by quoting too high or too less. After all kings can get temperamental. The problem was solved when a wise man said that the king was worth 29 pieces of silver since Jesus Christ was betrayed for only 30 silver pieces. The king was pleased with the answer and felt humbled and so ended the story.

If I were to pose the same question to you, what would be the answer? Maybe 29 pieces of silver or just 1 rupee if you were a tribal hailing from Orissa.

Sometimes I wonder- Are we all living under the same sun?

Comments

  1. Occasional Brilliance11:53 am

    i'd like to think that life is priceless... not just mine but for everyone. but then, greed and power, etc. sometimes cloud good judgement.

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  2. Divia8:23 pm

    I was dumbfound when i heard the news from Orissa...
    but i guess this is just one of the few stories which gets noticed while there are people going thro untold sufferings not only in India but all over the world...
    My prayers and good will for them.

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  3. Anonymous9:59 am

    i did not click the link, the first time.... and wen i did, .. yeah they are going thru pain

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