[ WP ] Several burglars enter a mansion with intent to steal , but instead have a very in-depth and life-changing philosophical conversation .

“ This place is loaded! ” Mike exclaimed. “ Good thing we brought the big truck. ” 
 “ Yeah, this score is gon na hold us over for years. ” Tony responded as they carried a painting out towards the vehicle. 
 They ’ d been at it for hours. They ’ d scoped this place out for two months, and by their calculations, the owner wouldn ’ t be home for at least another two hours, and the truck was almost full. 
 “ Nic found a fence for all this stuff, right? ” Tony asked. “ A lot of this stuff looks really expensive. ” 
 “ Yeah. ” Mike said. “ It might take awhile, but we should be able to fetch a decent price for all this stuff. All right. Truck ’ s full. Lets go. ” 
 “ All right. ” Tony said. 
 “ What about the safe? ” The two men turned around and saw a hobbled old man watching them. It was the owner. 
 “ What? Shit. When ’ d you get back? ” Mike was panicking. 
 “ You guys are going to leave without the safe? That ’ s where all the money is. ” The old man beckoned them to follow. 
 Tony stepped forward. “ No, it ’ s a trap man. ” Mike said worriedly. 
 “ We ’ ll be fine. ” Tony said flashing the sidearm tucked in his jeans. 
 The two men followed to old man to his bedroom, where he removed a picture and opened his safe. It was filled with stacks of hundred dollar bills. The two young men laughed ecstatically. 
 “ Haha, Thanks old man! ” Tony said as he took the money and threw it in a pillowcase. 
 The two men began heading back towards the truck. “ Are you really going to leave without that painting in the hallway? ” The old man called after them. “ It ’ s very old. Worth several thousands of dollars. ” 
 The two young men looked at each other hesitantly, but turned around and carefully removed the painting from the wall and carried it to the truck. 
 
 “ What about my cane? ” The old man asked. 
 
 “ We don ’ t want your cane old man. ” Tony said. 
 
 “ It ’ s a good cane. ” The old man responded. “ Hand-crafted and gold encrusted. ” 
 
 The two men just looked at the old man bewildered by the peculiarity of their situation. “ Why are you just giving us all your stuff? Have you called the cops or something? ” Mike yelled. 
 
 “ Haha, no. ” The man chuckled as he hobbled back towards the front door. 
 
 “ Then why then? ” Tony pressed. 
 
 The man stopped, then turned around slowly. “ Because, son, the ones who are the hardest to love are usually the ones who need it the most. ” The old man sighed. “ Everyone has heard this and learned it at some point in their lives, but wisdom isn ’ t the same thing as knowledge, my boy. ” 
 
 They two men stared idly for a moment. “ What is the difference? ” Tony finally asked. 
 
 “ Knowledge is knowing. Wisdom… is doing. ” The old man tossed the boy his gold encrusted cane and began to hobble back inside. 
 
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