I wanted to sell my soul at the yard sale but no one would buy it. No one! Even the devil was reluctant. After taking a quick glance he said, it stinks. What else you got? Nothing, I replied. What else could I sell? I only have my soul to spare.
It is not the case that people didn’t show up. They did. By word of mouth they found out soon that there is a soul at the yard sale. I was up for a bargain too. Trust me, I was not there for the money. I just wanted to sell my soul. But no one would buy it. No one! They all said, it stinks. What else you got?
Around the corner, the freckled neighborhood kid was doing much better on the lemonade stand. What was your secret? I asked the kid. You need to put lots of sugar. Lots of sugar? So I went inside to put some sugar in my soul.