On a cold, winter evening a Mercedes with big, blue, Hollywood, halogen eyes pulled up behind a ’97 Suzuki X-90. The little red Suzuki might have fit into the Mercedes’ trunk. The street was busy at rush hour on a Friday and the light was red. After the light changed, Mercedes in a big hurry tried and tried to pass on the two-lane street, but failed.
At the next street Mercedes still had not managed to pass when Suzuki signaled to go left and began waiting for her break between oncoming cars. She waited and she waited. Eventually Mercedes, impatient, turned right. Suzuki finally got her chance, let out her clutch and the little red car leaped across the lane. Suzuki thought, “I’ll bet I’ll meet that dude again. Let’s see whose behind then.”
Sure it was, at the next street, an even busier one, Suzuki came to a stop then turned right and just as she thought would happen, from behind she saw the devastating Hollywood halogen eyes, blue and intense, eyes that diminished everyone but her own kind. This street, too, was narrow, busy and congested. As she thought, just up the road, Suzuki turned finally onto the parkway, Mercedes’ destination as well. Now on the four-lane boulevard, Mercedes came up from behind and finally sped past Suzuki.
The moral of this story is that the fable of the tortoise and hare is true and cleverly going around the block rarely wins the race.
Steadfast and cautious,
Thoughts from The Tortoise
I’ve come across leadfrdheart.com, a blog on success, which lists ten top success and motivation coaches. They are Anthony Robbins, Bryan Tracy, Robert Kiyasaki, Deepak Chopra, Suze Orman, Stephen Covey, Jim Rohn, Zig Zeglar, Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen. The blog asks for comments on each of them, so if you wish, please go there.
As I crawled from my hide this morning I recalled actually seeing Zeglar in person and I may have seen Canfield, but I can’t recall. Chopra and Orman I have seen on PBS. I heard Colin Powell and came away filled with a renewed faith in
good sense, discipline and quiet ardor. I like that in a man or woman.
I’ve reached the brook beside babbling water where I can lie on pebbles and feel the water cooling my under plate. It gets really hot sometimes, dragging this shell across the ground. I am curious about something, though. Who might be some of the lesser but still worthy lights? Surely, there must be someone out there who struggled hard to start a hardware store — some unassuming person who has something to say about uncelebrated success which is what most of us will have — if we have success. I know, these folks wouldn’t be very flashy; on the other hand maybe not so. My Uncle Papa and my grandfather started a factory in the auspicious year of 1929. Grand Dad was a farmer and superintendent in a sewer pipe plant before he struck out on his own to make drain tile and block out of dirt. I’ve always stood in awe of their enterprise. The plant thrives today. I did not know Uncle Papa well nor Grand Dad at all. I wish I had.
I marvel still at fortunes and misfortunes of the success drive; still, after some four decades on the planet, I can say that succeed or fail, I think a creature needs to appreciate cool water on his belly on a hot day — especially if he’s a little envious of Colin Powell and his grandfather.