The story has been told about a beggar (I have not the faintest notion where I might have heard it) who each day took his position just outside the gate of a very rich man’s house. The wealthy owner of the mansion, kind and sympathetic to the poor man’s problem, but sometimes on a guilt trip over what he had and others didn’t have, each day gave the beggar food and clothing and whatever else he needed to sustain his life. In return the beggar was required to do nothing.

One day the rich man had to get a message to a friend some distance from his house, and since all his servants were already busy, he wrote the message on a piece of paper, took it to the beggar, and asked him to deliver it. The beggar proudly stood up from his accustomed beggar’s perch and answered, "My business, sir, is t…