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For Mrs. Roland was adept in refinishing furniture. She had become a regular supplier to her son’s antique furniture business since her husband passed away some ten years ago; she had learned the craft from her husband. Her son would put up the capital for purchasing the items as well as the supplies needed for Mrs. Roland’s artistry. Usually, he was able to sell the refinished works for three to as much as five times the original purchased price. She would, then, receive a third to a half of the profits for her labor. He had other vendors, but Mrs. Roland’s works would leave the store as soon as they were brought in; her taste and craftsmanship were impeccable. Mrs. Roland and her son shared a mutual admiration. He was amazed with Mrs. Roland’s artistry and with her bravery; she had helped her husband with the accounting, the inventory, even the taxes of his antique furniture business, and stood by his side as an assistant in his workshop, but to have the courage to live a new life after his death, that took bravery. She was in awe of her son’s business acumen, his regal ways of handling people, and his simplicity of heart. He certainly did not have to take over the business when her husband suddenly died, but he did so willingly and happily. He was a brilliant man, and he could have chosen to do anything. At the time, he was studying to be a doctor with the purpose of doing research in conjunction with a medical practice. The Roland’s only had one son; they did not hoard him, nor did they covet his beauty and his independence. And Life’s great reward to them was a son who was true and possessed faith. |
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