Once upon a time there was wealthy business tycoon. He lived in the Big City in a penthouse and controlled many businesses, ports and ships. He was a billionaire. He was featured on business magazines and his success and his larger than life personality was regarded as a model for others aspiring to the top.
Annually, at the insistence of his third wife and his cardiologist, he would take a much-needed vacation. Once he went to a quaint resort in Mexico. He grew bored sitting by the pool and decided to explore the nearby coastal village. He walked out on a long pier late one morning, just before lunch. He was thinking about where to eat when a small fishing boat docked near him.
All the other fishing boats were usually out all day long to maximize their catch. While the single fisherman had several good fish, the boat was far from full, and the day not even half over. Realizing the fisherman was tying up and stopping for the day concerned the tycoon.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“Si, muy bueno,” the smiling young man replied.
“Say, you aren’t done are you? How long did it take you to catch those fish?” he anxiously asked the fisherman.
“Not very long,” the smiling fisherman replied.
“So is something wrong with your boat?” the Tycoon asked.
“Oh, no,” the fisherman said. “It’s always been a good boat.”
The American businessman, seeing no other boats that had come back in so early, so he inquired, “So why in world wouldn’t you stay out longer and catch even more fish?”
The smiling young man replied, “Well Sir, these are enough. We can eat some and sell the rest for the things my family needs.”
“But it’s not even noon, son! No other fisherman has come back in yet! You’re getting behind. You’re burning daylight. So what’s so darn important that you are going to do with the rest of your time?”
“Well, Sir, I like to sleep late most mornings, then I go out after most of the other fishermen have already left. I fish until I catch enough. I like fishing. After a nice lunch, I play with my four children and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings I have dinner with all my family. Some nights I’ll stay up later and stroll through my village and play guitar with my friends.”
The businessman scoffed, “Well you are lucky that I am here! You are very lucky indeed! I am very successful. Now, I’m not in the habit of giving away my advice for free, but you seem like a nice young man with a bright future. So I am going to help you be successful.”
The fisherman, now unsure, asked, “How, Sir?”
“First you want to be the first fishermen out in the morning and the last one back at night. That means that you fish all day long,” the Tycoon counseled.
“Well, it should be obvious, son. You’ll catch more fish and thus make more money! Then you can finally buy a bigger, better boat. With the bigger boat you will catch even more fish, make even more money, and then you can buy another boat and hire another crew to work the second boat.”
“But what then?” the fisherman inquired.
“Oh, you will be just getting started! With two boats you’ll catch even more fish and make even more money, and before you know it, you’ll have a whole fleet of boats and every man in the nearby villages looking for work will come to you. You’ll be the envy of the village!”
“But what then, Sir?” the fisherman asked.
“As your giant fleet of boats expands, you will eventually be able to control everything from the boats through the cannery and distribution.”
“But what then, Sir?” the fisherman persisted.
“Eventually, you can control the entire North American fishing industry and become an enterprise unto your own.”
“But what then, Sir?” the fisherman asked again.
The American business excitedly continued, “You will move to New York City and manage your empire right there where I manage my empire!”
“How long will all this take, Sir?” the fisherman asked.
“If you work hard enough, just thirty to forty years,” he explained.
“But what will I do then, Sir?” the fisherman asked.
“I’m glad you asked. You see, that’s the best part,” he beamed. “Wall Street, you’ve heard of that, it will buy your business in what’s called an IPO, and you will make millions and millions of dollars!!!”
“Millions of dollars?” the fisherman asked, dumbfounded.
“More money than you could ever even spend in two lifetimes!” the American explained.
“But what then, Sir?” the fisherman asked.
“Well then, once you are truly successful, you could retire to a small coastal village. . . . You could sleep late. . . . You could fish if you wanted. . . . In the afternoons, you could take a siesta with your wife. . . . In the evenings, you could have dinner with your family . . . and then you could stroll into the village and play guitar with your friends. . . .”
“Sir, sorry, but that’s what I was doing when you interrupted me,” the smiling fisherman said.
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