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Once a circle missed a wedge. The circle wanted to be whole, so it went around looking for the missing piece. But because it was incomplete and therefore could roll only very slowly, it admired the floweres along the way. It chatted with worms. It enjoyed the sunshine. It found lots of aifferent pieces, but none of then fit. So it left them all by the side of the road and kept on searching. Then one day the ciecle found a piece that fit perfectly. It was so happy. Now it could be whole, with nothing missing. It incorporated the missing piece into itself and began to rolll. Now that it was a perfect circle, it could roll very fast, too fast to notice the flowers or to talk to the worms. When it reallized how different the world seemed when it rolled so quickly, it stopped, left its found piece by the side of the road and rolled slowly away. The lesson of the story ,I suggested, was that in some strange sence we are more whole when we are missing something. The man who has everything is in some ways a poor man. He will never know what it feels like to yearn, to hope, to nourish his soul with the dream of something better. He will never know the experience of having someone who loves him ,give him something he has always wanted or never had…