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“I drew up this revised will for Mr. Stevens just over a year ago on his seventy-fifth birthday. I know from our subsequent conversations that this document does, indeed, reflect his final wishes. I will read directly from his will, and you will realize as I read that while this document is totally legal and binding, some of the passages are in Red’s own words.
“To my eldest son, Jack Stevens, I leave my first company, Panhandle Oil and Gas. At the writing of this will, Panhandle’s worth is somewhere in the neighborhood of $600 million.”
Several gasps could be heard from around the table along with one prolonged, audible squeal of glee. I set the document down on the edge of the table and looked over the top of my reading glasses with my most intimidating courtroom stare. After a significant pause, I picked up the will and continued.
“Although Jack will be the sole owner of the company, its management and operations will be left in the hands of Panhandle’s board of directors, which has served me so well over so many years. Jack, I want you to know that since you didn’t have any interest in the company when I was living, I figured you wouldn’t have any interest now that I’m gone. And letting you control something like Panhandle would be like giving a three-year-old a loaded gun. I want you to know that I have instructed Mr. Hamilton to write this will in such a way that if you fight for control or hinder the board or even complain about the nature of my bequest to you, the entire ownership of Panhandle Oil and Gas will immediately go to charity.”
I looked up from the will and stared at Jack Stevens. The entire range of possible emotions was displayed on his face. Jack Stevens was a fifty-seven-year-old playboy who had never known the privilege of earning a day’s wages. He had no idea of the favor his father had done for him by taking the control of Panhandle Oil and Gas out of his hands. I knew he was feeling that this was just one more time when he failed to live up to his illustrious father’s expectations.
I actually felt some pity for Jack as I explained, “Mr. Stevens, the will does direct that each bequest be read in order and that the parties be dismissed after the portion of the document pertaining to them has been read.”
He looked at me with a confused expression on his countenance and said, “What?”
At that point, always vigilant Miss Hastings took his arm and said, “Mr. Stevens, I’ll escort you to the door.”
When everyone had settled back into their chairs, and the level of anticipation had again risen to a fever pitch, I continued.
“To my only daughter, Ruth, I leave the family home and ranch in Austin, Texas, along with all working cattle operations.”
Ruth was seated at the far end of the table with her dubious husband and offspring. Even at that distance, the sound of her hands slapping together and greedily rubbing back and forth could be heard. She and her family were so self-absorbed that I do not believe they understood the fact that the entire operation would be managed for them and that they would be kept at arm’s length where they could not hurt themselves or anyone else. Miss Hastings promptly showed them from the room.
I cleared my throat and continued. “To my youngest son, and only other remaining child, Bill, I leave the entire holdings of my stock, bond, and investment portfolio. However, Bill, this portfolio will be left in the hands of Mr. Hamilton and his firm to be managed in trust for you and your heirs so that there will be something left to divide when somebody is reading your will someday.”
The room continued to clear as each of the more distant relatives received their eagerly awaited windfall. Finally, there was but one, lone occupant of the room remaining with Miss Hastings and me.
I looked down the table at young Jason Stevens, the twenty-four-year-old great-nephew of my longtime friend, Red Stevens. He glared back at me with a look of rage, defiance, and disrespect that only someone who has made a lifelong practice of selfish anger can muster.
He slammed his hand on the table and yelled at me, “I knew that mean old man wouldn’t leave anything for me. He always hated me.” He stood and began to stomp out of the room.
“Not so fast,” I called to him. “You are, indeed, mentioned here in the will.”
He slid back into his chair and stared toward me, stone-faced, not wanting to signal the hope he felt.
I returned his cold stare, determined not to speak until he did. Patience comes easily to those of us who have seen eighty birthdays. Finally, when he could stand it no longer, he said, “Okay, what did the old goat give me?”
As I sat down and reached for the document, I heard young Jason Stevens mutter, “I bet it’s nothing.”
I sat back in my chair and smiled at him as I said, “Young man, it is, indeed, nothing and everything—both at the same time.”
TWO
A VOICE FROM THE PAST
In the end, a person is only known
by the impact he or she has on others.
by the impact he or she has on others.
Jason Stevens and I sat in silence as Miss Hastings left the room and quickly returned with a large cardboard box. She set the box next to me at the end of the table and took her customary place on my right.
I turned to Jason and said, “Young man, this box was given to me by your great-uncle, Red Stevens, on the day he prepared his last will and testament. The box was sealed at that time and has been kept in our vault per Mr. Stevens’ instructions until today. As you can plainly see, the seal is still intact. There are very specific and detailed instructions as to how I am to administer this gift to you.”
I broke open the seal, reached inside the box, and took out a videotape. I handed it to Miss Hastings, and she put the tape in the video player contained in the built-in console at the end of the conference room. She sat down next to me holding the remote control.
Jason Stevens blurted out, “What’s going on here? Everyone else walks out with millions of dollars, and I get some kind of home movie.”
I tried to ignore his smug attitude and replied, “I think it will all become clear to you shortly.”
I nodded to Miss Hastings. She dimmed the lights and started the video. After some brief static, the image of seventy-five-year-old Red Stevens appeared on the screen. Red Stevens was a big man in every sense of that word. He had come to Texas out of the swamps of Louisiana with nothing but determination, strength, and the clothes on his back, and during the Depression and war years, had built an oil and cattle empire that rivaled any in the world. He was the kind of man who dominated every situation in which he was involved. Even now, with just his video image on the large screen at the end of the conference room, I could feel the energy level in the room climbing.
Red Stevens cleared his throat and began to speak. “Well, Jason, since you’re watching this videotape, we will assume that I have kicked the bucket, bit the dust, bought the farm, and gone on to my just rewards. I know that my instructions have been followed to the letter, so you are viewing this video with my oldest and dearest friend, Theodore Hamilton, and his trusted associate, Margaret Hastings. Son, you don’t know enough to realize it, but these are two of the finest people to ever walk God’s green earth.”
Red paused for a minute and then spoke directly to Margaret and me using a derivative of my name that only Red Stevens was allowed to use.
“Ted, I want to thank both you and Margaret for dealing with all of my in-laws, outlaws, and assorted misfit relatives earlier today. I know that none of them will win any prizes. I also want to apologize to both of you for the sorry attitude that I’m sure Jason has already displayed during these proceedings.”
Red paused for another brief moment, cleared his throat, and began again. “Jason, I lived my life in a big way. I had a lot of big accomplishments, and I made a lot of big mistakes. One of the biggest mistakes I ever made was when I gave everyone in our family everything that they thought they ever wanted. It took me many years to figure out that everything we ever do or know or have in this life is a gift from the good Lord. He has a special plan for each of us, and He has provided everything we need to fulfill that plan. I spent many years trying to achieve happiness or buy it for friends and family. Only as an old man did I come to learn that all happiness comes from the gifts that God has given us. Unfortunately, the money and possessions I spread around didn’t help people to understand the gifts that have been provided for us. In trying to make up for all the times I wasn’t there, I gave them all material things. In doing so, I robbed them of everything that makes life wonderful.
“Gratefully, I also discovered God is merciful, and I believe I’ve made peace within regarding my shortcomings. However, I think my family members are all permanently ruined. It’s like when a horse goes bad. You simply have to take him out and shoot him. Unfortunately, as my lawyer Mr. Hamilton advised me, shooting our entire family would be frowned upon. He also rightly reminded me that God never gives up on people. Therefore, I leave my family in God’s hands, and I have taken steps in my will to provide a living for all of these relatives even if they will never experience life.
“You, on the other hand, Jason, may be the last great vestige of hope in our family. Although your life to date seems to be a sorry excuse for anything I would call promising, there does seem to be some spark of something in you I am hoping we can capture and fan into a flame. For that reason, I am not making you an instant millionaire for the rest of your life.”
Jason slammed his open palm onto the conference table and began to speak, but was interrupted by Red Stevens’ words from the videotape. “Now, Jason, before you mouth off and embarrass both you and me in front of these fine people, let me explain the ground rules here.
“On the first of each month for the next year, you will meet with Mr. Hamilton and Miss Hastings and be given one element of what I call the ultimate gift.
“If you stay the course over the next year, and embrace each element, at that point you will be the recipient of the most significant bequest I can leave you through my will. But understand, if at any time you do not perform as indicated, or if you give Mr. Hamilton or Miss Hastings an undue amount of difficulty, I have instructed Mr. Hamilton, through my will, to stop the process and leave you with nothing.”
I heard a deep sigh and exhalation of breath from the direction of Jason Stevens.
Red continued. “Now, don’t forget, boy. If you turn out to be more trouble than you’re worth—which is not difficult for you—Mr. Hamilton will simply cut you off without another word.
“And, finally, to you, Theodore J. Hamilton,” Red chuckled and continued. “I bet you didn’t think I remembered your real name, Ted. I want to thank you for undertaking this little salvage operation on my behalf with Jason. And I also want to thank you for being the best friend that any man ever had. I accumulated a lot of things in my life, but I would trade them all in an instant for the privilege I have of sitting here, right now, and being able to say that Theodore J. Hamilton was my friend.”
At that point, the video ended, and we all sat in silence. Finally, Jason turned to me and, in a belligerent tone, said, “That old man was crazy.”
I sighed and replied, “Well, young man, it is certain that someone is crazy, and I think this little project is going to give us all the opportunity to find out who that someone may be.”
I stood and offered my hand to Jason as I moved toward the door. He ignored my outstretched hand and said, “Wait a minute. What’s the deal here? Why don’t you just tell me what’s going on, and what I get?”
“All in good time, young man,” I said to him over my shoulder as I walked out of the room.
I could hear Jason’s angry voice as I retreated down the hall. “Why couldn’t he just leave me money like everybody else?”
I could hear the calm voice of Miss Hastings reply, “He loved you too much to do that.”
THREE
THE GIFT OF WORK
He who loves his work never labors.
I must say I was rather anxious during the ensuing weeks and very relieved when the first day of the next month rolled around. I was sitting in my office working on other matters trying to keep my mind occupied and off of the fact that Jason Stevens would be arriving shortly.
Finally, the buzzer on my telephone sounded, and Miss Hastings informed me that young Jason Stevens had arrived and was waiting in the conference room. I collected the appropriate files while Miss Hastings retrieved Red Stevens’ box from the vault. When we entered the conference room, we found Jason slumped back in a chair with his feet up on the conference table. I strode across the room and slid the box that Margaret had handed me onto the table in such a way as to knock Jason’s feet off of it.
“Good morning, Jason,” I said. “I’m glad that you found a chair and are making yourself comfortable. Some people never have learned the proper use of furniture.”
Jason dismissed my comment with a bored wave and replied, “Can we just get on with it here? I’ve got things to do and people to see.”
I laughed aloud as I sat down and said, “Young man, I do anticipate you will have things to do and people to see, but it may not be exactly as you think.”
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