Let me tell you a story. . . .



"A Fisherman’s Business" – a tale of life

The businessman was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The businessman complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. The Mexican replied only a little while.

The businessman then asked why he didn’t stay out longer and catch more fish? The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs. The businessman then asked, but what do you do with the rest of your time? The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos; I have a full and busy life, senor."

The businessman 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. 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 need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually NYC where you will run your expanding enterprise."

The Mexican fisherman asked, "But senor, how long will this all take?" To which the businessman replied, "15-20 years." "But what then, senor?" The businessman 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, senor? Then what?" The businessman said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."

The fisherman, still smiling, looked up and said, "Isn’t that what I’m doing right now?"

–Author Unknown


5 thoughts on “Let me tell you a story. . . .

  1. That\’s about the way it is.  I think there were several of us ready to sign up on Kenny\’s boat and walk the plank.  Life is just too humdrum most of the time.  It is so dog eat dog in the business world, I could go for living in a small fishing village in Mexico and playing my guitar in the cantinas at night with my amigas.  Nice Space you have here.
    Blessed be.

  2. There is more wisdom in this little story then I would have recognized even a few years ago.  My visits are more sporatic than I wish they were, but here they are still well rewarded. 

  3. I just love this little story, so wise it is. We spend our lives clawing our way to the top of the heap just to find when we get there, that it is no different from the bottom.
    Take care and enjoy the rest of your week.

  4. I knew there was a reason why I never made it to the top, besides deliberately not stepping on the first rung.

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