Monthly Archives: November 2012

The story of the Mexican fisherman

I heard this story from a friend, who also happened to be the owner of a very successful small cafe in the heart of Sheffield. She’d just expanded and taken on another cafe, but after a few months had sold it again, and was now selling her original business too.  People had asked her why.  Why was she getting rid of something so successful, that was already proving it had potential to expand and grow? She said she missed her daughter, who was six years old and growing fast, and wanted to spend more time with her. People thought she was crazy.  She answered them with this.

The businessman was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The businessman complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. The Mexican replied only a little while.

The businessman then asked why he didn’t stay out longer and catch more fish? The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs. The businessman then asked, but what do you do with the rest of your time? The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos; I have a full and busy life, señor.”

The businessman scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and I could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats; eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to the processor and eventually open your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually New York City where you would run your expanding enterprise.”

The Mexican fisherman asked, “But señor, how long will this all take?” To which the businessman replied, “15-20 years, if you work hard at it.” “But what then, señor?” The businessman laughed and said, “That’s the best part! When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions.” “Millions, señor? Then what?” The businessman said, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.”



Random slices of life

I wanted to post a picture on Facebook today, so I plugged my decrepit old phone in and sifted through my photos to find the one I wanted. I realised I often take photos on a whim, if something catches my attention, but then those photos just get stored on my phone and never see the light of day again. What a waste. So here, for no good reason whatsoever, is a selection of pictures from my phone. This is what I see, this is what I don’t walk past, this is what I want to share with you. Snapshots from my life, this last year. Make of them, and it, what you will 🙂

This was the breakfast I had in the hostel in Copenhagen, when I had to fly over a short notice for my uncle’s funeral. I’d forgotten breakfast could be this awesome.

This is a comment I left in a Huddersfield art gallery. All feedback is valuable, yes?

This is the kind of fun you can have in Ikea if you have sucker-brushes and a warped sense of mischief

This is the kind of inspiring comment you come across when you work for a charity that listens to children everyone else seems to have given up on.

See aforementioned comment about mischief – this time in Toys R Us

Two cakes, one fruit one coffee, en route to a friend-under-pressure at Cambridge Folk Festival

This is a face cut into a stone gatepost, which I walk past on the way back from the shops.

Is this the lamest Loveheart ever? Romance is truly dead.

To quote a famous teenage philosopher: Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you might miss it.