Writer's Block: Jackpot

If you won the lottery, what would you do with your newfound riches? Submitted By kimbereli09 View other answers

Assuming it was the proverbial million-dollar jackpot, I would, in order of increasing frivolity:

1. Pay off my parents' mortgage.

2. Buy a nice, new, reliable, environmentally-friendly car (but probably not a Mini - it's a splendid vehicle in all four respects, but the back seat is cramped and my parents already have one); let them drive it, but learn to drive.

3. Get all our bicycles repaired to fighting trim; get a new bike helmet that's designed for freakishly oversized heads like mine.

4. Have a nice family dinner at a good restaurant.

Whatever remains, I would invest.

The Painting of the Carp

(I heard this story in a first-year art class I took as an elective.)

Once there was a great painter, renown through the land for his art. One day, a warlord visited him; he told the painter that he wished to commission a picture of a carp, and he would pay such-and-such as a fee. The painter said, "It will be ready in three months."

The three months went by, and the warlord returned. The painter told him, "It is not quite ready - I shall have it in three more weeks." The warlord was angry at this delay, but he did not wish to offend the painter, so he went away.

The three weeks passed, and the warlord returned again. The painter told him, "It is almost complete - come back in three days, and I will have it for you." The warlord was still more angry at this. "Why not today?" he asked. "You have had nearly four months!" "It is not yet ready," replied the painter. And the warlord stormed out.

The next day, he returned with a hundred men to bang on his door. "Painter, I have no more patience," he exclaimed. "Give me my painting immediately!"

The painter bowed his head, and said, "Follow me." He led the warlord inside to his desk, where he pulled out his brush, his ink, and a single sheet of blank paper. As the warlord watched, he wet the brush and painted three strokes on the page - three strokes to create the most perfect carp the world had seen.

The warlord stood speechless for a moment, then darkened with anger. "Why could you not do that when I first came?" he asked.

The painter rose, and walked to a cabinet on one wall of the room. He opened the door, and a thousand pages flew out - every one, a painting of a carp.