Hanging In There....

I feel like this has been an incredible long week. Time is not moving as quickly as I would like it to. My uncle is still in the hospital and will be until at least Thursday, aparently there is still internal bleeding. I am glad that he is in a hospital so that he is getting all care avavilable. I'm not overly worried (yet) but they had expected him to go home several days ago.

I am trying to work. Which is mainly just answering emails and making sure things are falling too far behings. Not that I care much. I did almost finish my resume and it will be sent out today. I have killer references. And the inside scoop is that there is "no inside scoop". And that the hiring committee is starting to panic because they haven't drawn the talent they had hoped. So, I think this bodes well for me.

My sister arrives in town tomorrow. The rest of the family Thursday and Friday. And then we'll have a long, funeral weekend. Friday night is the visitation and the funeral and the dinner. Then Saturday there is a huge swim meet that is dedicated to my aunt (she was the chair of the organizing committee). My cousin will swim and I think there will be at least 250 people there to cheer him on. It should both be gut wrenching and inspiring all at the same time.

In the meantime I give you this--my sister sent it to me--and it particularily makes sense to me today. I hope you and yours are all well.

The Log from the Sea of Cortez

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."

And the moral is: Know where you're going in life...you may already be there.~Author Unknown~