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A boat docked in a tiny Mexican fishing village.

A tourist complimented the local fishermen on the quality of their fish and asked how

long it took him to catch them.

“Not very long.” they answered in unison.

“Why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more?”

The fishermen explained that their small catches were

sufficient to meet their needs and those of their families.

“But what do you do with the rest of your time?”

“We sleep late, fish a little, play with our children, and take siestas with our wives.

In the evenings, we go into the village to see our friends, have a few drinks, play the

guitar, and sing a few songs.

We have a full life.” The tourist 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?”

“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 may be 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?”  

“Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years.” replied the tourist.  

“And after that?”  

“Afterwards? Well my friend, that’s when it gets really interesting, ”

answered the tourist, laughing. “When your business gets really big,

you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!”    

“Millions? Really? And after that?” asked the fishermen.

“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.”  

“That’s what I am doing now” Replied the fisherman

And the moral of this story is:

…….. Know where you’re going in life…. you may already be there!!

The little boy had always wished that he could fly like a bird.

It was very difficult for him to understand why he could not fly. There were birds

at the zoo that were much bigger than he, and they could fly.

“Why can’t I?” he thought. “Is there something wrong with me?” he wondered.

There was another little boy who was crippled.

He had always wished that he could walk and run like other little boys and girls.

“Why can’t I be like them?” he thought.

One day the little orphan boy who had wanted to fly like a bird ran away from the

orphanage. He came upon a park where he saw the little boy who could not walk

or run playing in the sandbox. He ran over to the little boy and asked him if he had

ever wanted to fly like a bird. “No,” said the little boy who could not walk or run.

“But I have wondered what it would be like to walk and run like other boys and

girls.” “That is very sad.” said the little boy who wanted to fly.. “Do you think

we could be friends?” he said to the little boy in the sandbox. “Sure.” said the

little boy. The two little boys played for hours. They made sand castles and made

really funny sounds with their mouths. Sounds which made them laugh real hard.

Then the little boy’s father came with a wheelchair to pick up his son. The little

boy who had always wanted to fly ran over to the boy’s father and whispered

something into his ear.

“That would be OK,” said the man.

The little boy who had always wanted to fly like a bird ran over to his new friend

and said “You are my only friend and I wish that there was something that I could

do to make you walk and run like other little boys and girls. But I can’t. But there is

something that I can do for you.” The little orphan boy turned around and told his

new friend to slide up onto his back.. He then began to run across the grass. Faster

and faster he ran, carrying the little crippled boy on his back. Faster and harder he

ran across the park. Harder and harder he made his legs travel. Soon the wind just

whistled across the two little boys’ faces. The little boy’s father began to cry as he

watched his beautiful little crippled son flapping his arms up and down in the wind

all the while yelling at the top of his voice,

“I’m Flying, Daddy. I’m Flying!”