Happy Life

A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.
"Not very long," answered the Mexican.
"But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the American.
The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.
The American asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
"I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a
siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, play the guitar, and sing a few songs... I have a full life."
The American 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?" asked the Mexican.
"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 maybe 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?" asked the Mexican.
"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years," replied the American.
"And after that?"
"Afterwards? Well my Friend, That's when it gets really interesting, " answered the American, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start selling stocks and make millions!"
"Millions? Really? And after that?" said the Mexican.
"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 doing what you like and enjoying your friends."
"With all due respect sir, but that's exactly what I am doing now. So what's the point wasting twenty twenty-five years?" asked the Mexican.
And the moral is:
Know where you're going in life... you may already be there.


~Author Unknown~

Awesome

Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of passage?

His father takes him into the forest,

blindfolds him and leaves him alone.

He is required to sit on a stump the whole

night and not remove the blindfold until the

rays of the morning sun shine through it.

He cannot cry out for help to anyone.

Once he survives the night, he is a MAN.

He cannot tell the other boys of this

experience because each lad must come

into manhood on his own.

The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear

all kinds of noises. Wild beasts must surely

be all around him. Maybe even some human

might do him harm. The wind blew the grass

and earth, and shook his stump, but he sat

stoically, never removing the blindfold.

It would be the only way he

could become a man!

Finally, after a horrific night, the sun

appeared and he removed his blindfold.

It was then that he discovered his

father sitting on the stump next to him.

He had been at watch the entire night,

protecting his son from harm.

We, too, are never alone.

Even when we don't know it,

our Heavenly Father is watching over us,

sitting on the stump beside us.

When trouble comes, all we have

to do is reach out to Him.

If you liked this story, pass it on.

If not, perhaps you took off your

blindfold before dawn.


Moral of the Story:

Just because you can't see God,
doesn't mean He is not there

'For we walk by faith, not by sight.'

~ 2 Corinthians 5:7 ~