Elizabeth Brooke Morgan had never had to work a day in her life. She had married into money, and by her twenty fifth birthday, her husband died in a plane crash. Their private jet careened into a mountain in the middle of a snow storm. Unfortunately at the age of thirty, she had dried up her assets. Upon her departed husband’s death, she inherited close to five million dollars and in the course of five years, managed to not only spend the entire sum, but also accumulate bills mounting near a one and a half million dollars.
Lizzie, as her aristocratic friends called her, finally realized she needed to find a means of supporting herself. Having no formal education past high school, she could barely afford to pay the heating bill each month, let alone go to college to further her joke of an education. Instead, Lizzie found means to make her bills vanish. She once again married into money. However, this time, her new husband was aware of her financial shortcomings and wrote his will accordingly. Upon his death twenty years later, Lizzie was forced into an allowance. A monthly check was mailed to her on the last working day of the month. Each month, the sum of a thousand dollars was her allotment to survive. If she refused to abide by the constraints of her allowance, she would not inherit a cent of her money.
Naturally, she kept this embarrassing situation from her friends. Eventually though Lizzie found her allowance was not enough to cover her basic needs. (Gucci and Prada, are OF CORUSE, a basic need.) Once again, Lizzie married. During her third marriage, which lasted the longest, she found that she loved her husband. It was strange; she had married him for his money, but ending up falling in love with him. She was finally free of her allowance after remarrying. However, after nearly being hit by a car she soon found the idea of money to be pointless. After all, money was just paper. How stupid it was that paper controlled her life. Lizzie realized that it wasn’t the money she loved, nor was it the things that she bought that made her happy…it was life.
Lizzie soon divorced the one person she ever loved and found life under a tree. Elizabeth Brooke Morgan had married three times in her life, all for money. When she finally found true love, it did not matter. She loved her new life. The simplicity of life was food, shelter, and warmth. She lived under a tree in the summer and in a shelter during winter. Her clothes consisted of nothing more than an old T-shirt from K-mart and denim shorts. Barefoot and free she would roam unkempt, dirty, and happy down the street, enjoying the day for what it was worth, not having to worry about money or superficial and materialistic items. Homeless and broke, Lizzie was happier than she’d ever been in her life. She was truly the wealthiest person on earth, because she was happy with whom she was.
