A few years ago, on a farm near a small town, the owner passed away. It was a simple family: a husband, wife, and their four children. The farm provided a modest income, and they lived frugally. The husband was a reserved man who rarely shared his affairs with the family.

He often left for work early in the morning and returned late at night, spending much of his time alone. Three or four months after his death, the widow decided to replace the gas cylinders. She showed the gas workers where they were located.

Opening the doors of a small storage room, the workers discovered two cardboard boxes and called her over. Surprised, the woman admitted she had never been in there; only her husband had the key. The boxes were brought out and opened—they were full of dollars. Reports indicated there were millions.

The widow began to cry, and when asked why she was weeping—after all, this was a fortune—she replied: “When I wanted our four children to receive an education, my husband would say sadly, ‘If only we had money…'”