This is a story from the archives. It was written for a previous business, but I think the moral is valid no matter what business we are in.
There once were three men, each driven by the need to make a success of themselves and their lives. Each man headed off to work every day looking for something that would change his way of life for the better.
They were bright red and engorged, just within hands reach. I touched them hesitantly, picked one and gave it a gentle squeeze. The wizened old man they belonged to sat bolt upright and in a histrionic performance, berated me in some foreign language.
“It’s ok. I won’t hurt”, I said.
Under the bed and on the floor
In that dark place behind the door
Tangled together, one on one
Lie wild socks, designed to run. Read more →
I’ve been trawling the blog archives and found this. You know I love a story…
Once upon a time there was a cow. She lived on a farm with a hundred other cows but she was bored. She was tired of walking in the mud and following along in line behind the other cows.
One day as she stood in the paddock chewing her cud, she looked around. There in the branches of the big, dead tree were some seagulls. These same seagulls visited every day, flying in to land nearby.
The cow was jealous of them and wished that she could fly just like them. How great it would be to take to the sky and be free, away from the heavy mud. The mud weighed her down like wet cement. Just imagine the things she could do if she could be free.
