The Golf Club
There was a famous golfer who had been invited by the king of Saudi Arabia to play in a tournament. He accepted and was flown there by the King in his own private jet. They played golf, had a good time and the golfer went home. But before he left, the king offered the golfer anything he wanted because he had made the time so special. The man was polite and said nothing except that he'd had a wonderful time himself. The king insisted, so the man said "Fine, I collect golf clubs. Why don't you give me a golf club?"
So the man got on the plane and went home. The golfer was trying to picture the new club for his collection—-he imagined it would probably be solid gold, or a sand wedge studded with diamonds—-definitely a great gift from an oil-rich king from Saudi Arabia.
The man waited and every day looked forward to the mail, but no golf club. Several weeks went by when he got a certified letter from the king—-odd he thought—but where's my golf club? To the man's surprise when he opened the letter, inside was a deed to a five-hundred acre golf course--a "club"--in America.
The moral of the story is this: Sometimes kings think differently than you and I do. Sometimes we have to think outside of the box.