In no conference is any other text on the subject as frequently quoted by its speaker as “Acres of Diamonds”. If one person were to deliver the same lecture nightly for fifteen years, even after that time, He couldn’t beat Dr. Russell Conwell’s record. The famous Philadelphian has told the “Acres of Diamonds” philosophy more than five thousand seven hundred times.
Once upon a time, not far from the Indis River, there lived an old Persian named Al Hafed. Al Hafed has a very large farm with orchards, grain fields and gardens. Al Hafed is a happy and rich man. He is happy; because he is rich and rich; because he is happy. One day, one of those old Buddhist monks visits this old farmer and sits by Al Hafed’s fire and tells how our world is made. He says that this world was once just a mists which is scientifically true and that God put his finger in this mists, then slowly began to turn his finger, little by little he increased the speed of his finger, until finally he spun that mists into a solid ball of fire. and that it rolls through the universe, burning through other cosmic mists, condensing the moisture outside, thereby pouring torrents of rain on its hot surface and cooling its outer crust. Then the flames inside explode through the cooling crust, forming the mountains, hills, and valleys of this magnificent world of ours. If this inner molten clump had cooled too quickly by bursting outward, it would be granite; If it cools a little slower, it becomes silver, if it cools a little slower, it becomes gold, and after gold it becomes a diamond. Says the old priest: “A diamond is a frozen drop of sunlight.”
This is also a scientific fact. It has been confirmed that the diamond is pure carbon, that is, it is indeed a residue of sunlight.
The old priest tells Al Hafed that if he has a handful of diamonds, he can buy a whole country, and with a diamond mine, he can put his children on thrones with the impact of their magnificent wealth. Al Hafed listens to the diamonds and how valuable they are and goes to bed that night as a poor man. Not because he lost something; He is poor because he is unhappy, and unhappy because he thinks he is poor. He says: “I want a diamond mine.” So he stays awake all night and gets up early in the morning to call the priest. He wakes the priest from his dreams and says, “Can you tell me where I can find the diamonds?” he says, “Diamonds? What do you want from diamonds? says the priest. I want to be very, very rich,” says Al Hafed, “but I don’t know where to go.” “Then,” says the priest, “if you find a river flowing over white sand among high mountains, you will always see diamonds in that sand.” “Do you really believe there is such a river?” “There are many, many; All you have to do is go find them, and then they’ll be yours.” “I will go,” says Al Hafed. So he sells his farm, takes his savings, entrusts his family to a neighbor, and goes away in search of diamonds. It starts from the Moon Mountains in Africa, then goes to Palestine, then travels through Europe, finally all his money is gone, and he is in rags; devastated and devastated, she stands on the shore of that bay in Barcelona, Spain. A huge wave comes from the Cliffs of Hercules in the Strait of Gibraltar; The poor, grief-stricken man cannot resist the terrible urge to throw himself into that incoming wave, and he is lost in the foamy waters of that wave and sinks, never to be seen again in this life.
Al Hafed’s heir noticed a curious flash of light in the sand of the shallow stream and reached towards it, picked up a black stone with an eye that reflected all the colors of the rainbow, took this strange pebble home and laid it on the mantelpiece, then went back to work and did all this He said he forgot. A few days later, the same priest who told Al Hafed how the diamonds were made comes to visit his heir. Seeing the glimmer of light from the mantelpiece, she rushes over and says, “Here’s a diamond, here’s a diamond! Is Al Hafed back?” says. No no; Al Hafed did not return and he is not a diamond either; We found it right here in our garden.” “But I know a diamond when I see it,” says the priest, “it’s a diamond!”
Then they rush into the garden together and fumble through the white sand with their fingers and find others, more precious diamonds than the first. And so they discovered the Golconda diamond mine, the largest diamond mine in all of human history.
The story is that if Al Hafed stayed at home and dug his own cellar or garden, instead of living in misery, hunger, poverty and death in a foreign land, he would have “Acres of Diamonds”. Every acre, yes every shovelful of that old farm, then revealed the jewels that have graced the crowns of royalty ever since.
Dale Carnegie
