John D Rockfeller*

 

John D Rockfeller* was once the richest man in the world. The first billionaire in the world.

By age 25 he controlled one of the largest oil refineries in the US. 

By age 31 he had become the world’s largest oil refiner.  

By age 38 he commanded 90% of the oil refined in the U.S.                                          

By 50, he was the richest man in the country.

By the time he died, he had become the richest man in the world. 

As a young man, every decision, attitude, and relationship was tailored to create his personal power and wealth. 

But at the age of 53 he became ill. 

His entire body became racked with pain and he lost all of his hair. In complete agony, the world’s only billionaire could buy anything he wanted, but he could only digest soup and crackers. 

An associate wrote, "He could not sleep, would not smile and nothing in life meant anything to him."

His personal, highly skilled physicians predicted he would die within a year. 

That year passed agonizingly slowly. 

*As he approached death he awoke one morning with the vague realisation of not being able to take any of his wealth with him into the next world.*

The man who could control the business world suddenly realized he was not in control of his own life. 

He was left with a choice. 

He called his attorneys, accountants, and managers and announced that he wanted to channel his assets to hospitals, research, and charity work. 

John D. Rockefeller established his Foundation. 

This new direction eventually led to the discovery of penicillin, cures for malaria, tuberculosis and diphtheria. 

But perhaps the most amazing part of Rockefeller’s story is that *the moment he began to give back a portion of all that he had earned, his body’s chemistry was altered so significantly that he got better.*

*It looked as if he would die at 53 but he lived to be 98.*

Rockefeller learned *gratitude and gave back the vast majority of his wealth.*

Doing so made him whole. 

It is one thing to be healed. 

It is another to be made whole.

Before his death, he wrote this in his dairy: 

"The Supreme Energy taught me, that everything belongs to him, and I am only a channel to comply with his wishes. My life has been one long, happy holiday; Full of work and full of play I dropped the worry on the way and God was good to me every day!"