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Short : The Story of the Mexican Fisherman

I occasionally print out inspiring stories from newsletters I subscribe or find on the internet just so that I can read them again. You know...for quick pick-me-ups.

And this is one I'll share today.


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An investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The banker 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 banker then asked why didn't he say out longer and catch more fish?

The Mexican said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs. The banker 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 siestas 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."

The banker 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 other 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, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the products, processing, and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually New York City, where you will run your expanding enterprise."

The Mexican fisherman asked, "But how long will this all take?"

To which the banker replied, "15 - 20 years."

"But what then?", asked the Mexican.

The banker 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 - then what?"

The banker 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 siesras with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play with your guitar with your amigos."


Lots of love from here,
Have a splendid Wednesday, peeps,
Marsha

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