Thursday, May 04, 2006

Sorry, I had to steal this.

A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.

"Not very long," answered the Mexican.

"Then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the American.

The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.

The American asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

"I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. I have a full life.

"The American interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."

"And after that?" asked the Mexican.

"With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."

"How long would that take?" asked the Mexican.

"Twenty or twenty-five years," replied the American.

"And after that?"

"Afterwards? Well my friend, that's when it gets really interesting," answered the American, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start selling stocks and make millions!"

"Millions? Really? And after that?" said the Mexican.

"After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife, and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends."

And the moral is: Know where you're going in life ... you may already be there.


Wildside Musing said...

Ha there, Squire! Can't remember where I've read this before, but it is strangely familiar -- and HA! Be forewarned: I think I may "borrow" it also -- as it demonstrates clearly a conumdrum I fall into again and again!

grannyfiddler said...

i like that story. i think many of us have 'stolen' it from time to time, to remind us what's important.

thanks for the visit to my post. i'll be following your travels with interest.


Sandy Hatcher-Wallace said...

Oh, man...I love this post. I'm already there. I read a story similar to this one, but the man was buying and selling tomatoes.

Thanks for stopping by my blog and after reading this post, I may come back to read more.

Wildside Musing said...

Squire, I linked to your blog in a yesterday's post. I hope you don't mind... Thanks again for your "stealing" of this story!

Kerri said...

This arrived in our email box not too long ago. It's perfect! Thanks for posting it for others to read.

TUFFENUF said...

OH YEAH! I am already there!


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