Musings of the Chronologically Challenged™ Fourth Generation
Sunday, December 07, 2003
As a retiree at home with my animal children, most of that in-house time is spent at the computer surfing, managing email, blogging, or book writing. I have an extensive email list, and friends and relatives send interesting things to me every day. When stories, essays, jokes, etc., that I find surfing, or that come to me in email, are interesting, inspiring, or funny enough, I want to share them with my friends, relatives, and other bloggers. One such story, Something for Stevie, was well received in Blog World last week and many people were kind enough to give links and positive comments on their blogs. It appears some readers mistakenly believed it was written by me, however. My apologies for the misunderstanding. Sunday is a day for introspection and with that in mind, here is what I have selected to paste up today. ~~Indigo
AMERICAN BUSINESS MAN
An American business man was at the pier of a small coastal Jamaican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Jamaican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. The Jamaican replied only a little while.
The American then asked why didn't he stay out longer and catch more fish? The Jamaican said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs. The American then asked, but what do you do with the rest of your time?
The Jamaican fisherman said, "Me sleep late, fish a likkle, play wid me pickney, mek love wid me wife, tek a stroll ina de village each evening where me drink rum and play domino wid me bredren. Me have a full and busy life, sah."
The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats and instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Kingston, then LA and eventually New York City where you will run your expanding enterprise."
The Jamaican fisherman asked, "But sah, how long will all dis tek?"
The American replied, "15-20 years."
"Den wha' next me a' do, sah?"
The American laughed, smiled, and said "That's the best part. When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions."
"Millions, sah? Den wha'?" asked the Jamaican.
This made the American pause........ then he humbly replied....................
"Then you would retire, move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, make love with your wife, take walks into the village in the evenings where you could drink rum and play dominoes with your friends."
WISDOM OF DAVE BARRY
There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness".
People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.
You should not confuse your career with your life.
The most destructive force in the universe is gossip.
A person, who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person. (This is very important. Pay attention. It never fails.)
Your friends love you anyway.
Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that a lone amateur built the Ark. A large group of professionals built the Titanic.