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| What's Important to You |
A Native American and his friend were in downtown New York
City, walking near Times Square in Manhattan. It was during
the noon lunch hour and the streets were filled with people.
Cars were honking their horns, taxicabs were squealing
around corners, sirens were wailing, and the sounds of the
city were almost deafening. Suddenly, the Native American
said, "I hear a cricket."
His friend said, "What? You must be crazy. You couldn't
possibly hear a cricket in all of this noise!"
"No, I'm sure of it," the Native American said, "I heard
a cricket."
"That's crazy," said the friend.
The Native American listened carefully for a moment, and
then walked across the street to a big cement planter where
some shrubs were growing. He looked into the bushes, beneath
the branches, and sure enough, he located a small cricket.
His friend was utterly amazed.
"That's incredible," said his friend. "You must have
super-human ears!"
"No," said the Native American. "My ears are no different
from yours. It all depends on what you're listening for."
"But that can't be!" said the friend. "I could never hear
a cricket in this noise."
"Yes, it's true," came the reply. "It depends on what is
really important to you. Here, let me show you."
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a few coins, and
discreetly dropped them on the sidewalk. And then, with
the noise of the crowded street still blaring in their ears,
they noticed every head within twenty feet turn and look to
see if the money that tinkled on the pavement was theirs.
"See what I mean?" asked the Native American. "It all
depends on what's important to you." |
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