Friday, November 19, 2010

Quality of life!

"Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So... get on your way." Dr. Seuss
* I read this narrative on a restaurant display, it has a strong message to us all.  The author is unknown.

The American investment banker 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 fin tuna.  The American 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 American then asked why didn't he stay out longer and catch more fish?

The Mexican 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 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."
The American scoffed, "I am a harvard MBA and could help you.  You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat, and 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 could sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own 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, how long will this all take?"

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

"But what then?"

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?" ask the fisherman, "Then what?"

The American 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 evening, sip wine and play guitar with your amigos!"

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

"No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted."~Aesop

A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.-- St. Basil

I was driving my regular route through the city this morning and an odd event occurred.

I was driving toward the stop light with a car in front of me.

The car abruptly stopped, put the hazard lights on, and the driver got out of his car.

At first I was confused, then I noticed a disabled person sitting in a wheel chair trying to reach for the walk button.    The gentleman walked over to the lady and started talking with her with animated gestures.

He quickly stooped down, and gradually lifted her front wheels out of the mud.

She was stuck! =S

All of the sudden, the lady beamed a wide smile that glimmered in the morning sun.  I could tell that she was thanking the man profusely.

The light turned green and I went on my merry way, with tears in my eyes, thinking how this act of kindness was a special start to my day.

Monday, November 8, 2010

I like nonsense -- it wakes up the brain cells.

I like nonsense -- it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope...and that enables you to laugh at all of life's realities.~Theodor S. Geisel

I met a 13 year boy the other day, we were talking about my books.  He told me he hated reading, but he loved reading picture books.  This amazed me, because I meet so many children who don't even consider a picture book.  They go right to the chapter books.   They want to grow up so fast.  I was fascinated with his comment.  

This made me think about when I was in 5th through 8th grade I really didn't like "school reading".  I remember taking such strides to make sure I would avoid all reading homework and found in 6th grade going to the lower-level reading class when we broke up for reading.  I would constantly get remarks on my report card that I talked too much in class, was disruptive in class, etc.  Before my 8th grade year, I found I was moved back up into the average reading level with the rest of my classmates.  I was not stupid, knowing I would actually have to read in reading class.  Well, I didn't.  I remember not liking any of the stories that were in the books.  They were point-blank, "boring".  So, my teacher pulled me aside and said, "Have you ever considered reading a fiction novel, like Stephen King?"So, he gave me my first novel and from then on, I was hooked.  I would read every waking time I would get.  I would ask for more paperbacks for Christmas.  My mom was stunned, you want books?  I said, yes.  I remember my friend Kristen introduced to the Thorn Birds in high school.  This was the biggest book that I ever read.  I knew that it would take me a while to read, but every minute between classes or evening hours I had, I would pick up the book and read.  It was one of my best books ever to read.


If the young boy who didn’t like to read felt pressure and would rather read picture books at age 13, then let him.  Get the comic books out or even what’s really wrong with reading a picture book at age 13 or even age 18 for that matter?  I think our schools, parents and others push us into reading at higher levels.  Let the kids explore and enjoy the Amelia Bedelia or Dr. Suess books; there’s nothing wrong with reading a picture book, as long as it inspires kids to pick up a book and read.