Rich or Poor…End Result The Same
An American
businessman was at the pier of
a tiny coastal Mexican village
when a small boat with just
one fisherman docked. Inside
the boat were several large
yellow fin tuna. The American
complimented the fisherman
on the quality of his fish and
asked how long it took to
catch them.
The fisherman replied that
it only took a little while. The
American then asked why he
didn’t stay out longer and
catch more fish. The
fisherman 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 fisherman said, “I
sleep late, fish a little, play
with my children, take siesta
with my wife Maria, stroll into
the village each evening to
relax and play guitar with my
amigos.”
The American scoffed,
“You should spend more time
fishing and with the proceeds
buy a bigger boat. Eventually
you could buy several boats
and end up with a fleet.
Instead of selling your catch
to a middleman you would sell
directly to the processor and
eventually open your own
cannery. You would control
the product, processing and
distribution. You would then
need to leave this coastal
fishing village and move to
Mexico City, then LA and
eventually to New York City
where you would run your
expanding enterprise.”
“How long would that
take?” the Mexican asked. To
which the American replied
“15 to 20 years.” “But what
then?” the fisherman asked.
The American laughed 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,” the fisherman
said, “Then what?” The
American said, “Then you
would retire, move to a tiny
coastal fishing village where
you could sleep late, fish a
little, play with your
grandchildren, take siesta with
your wife, stroll to the village
in the evenings where you
could relax and play your
guitar with your amigos.”
In another story Charles
Kuralt had come to know
fame due to his “On the Road”
TV series. But he knew
humility first and occasionally
got reacquainted with it.
The TV journalist started
modestly as a newspaper
reporter in North Carolina.
After he came to CBS and
began “On the Road” features
he soon found that fame was
sometimes elusive. He would
introduce himself in small
towns and say he was part of
Walter Cronkite’s news team,
but convincing people that he
was with CBS was difficult.
Eventually his face
became well known to TV
viewers. He was thinking
about that one day as he stood
in the doorway of the big
white motor home in which he
traveled. It was parked on the
street in a small Midwestern
town. Kuralt was squinting
into the early morning sun
enjoying his first cup of coffee
of the day.
A petite elderly lady came
towards him and he waited
expectantly for the
recognition he felt was on the
way. She looked at him and
said very sweetly, “I would
like two loaves of rye bread
unsliced please.” Wonder
what Kuralt’s reaction to that
was being the modest person
he was.
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