Once there were two Wall Street Executives that made deep into the six figure salaries.
Often, they would poke fun at the little man selling fruit out of a wheelbarrow from a street corner. This man was a Vietnamese Boat refugee who barely spoke the English and fled from his home country because of the harsh times.
In comparison, the Wall Street Execs thought they were pretty hot stuff and regarded the fruit vendor with little respect.
The first year, the Fruit Vendor was using a lent wheelbarrow. Smiled at people and sold as much as he could and saved all his money.
The next year, he grew is business and now had a sidewalk street stand, still just him running his service.
The following year, he had his wife working with him, and they had a very small corner retail market and they lived upstairs.
The Wall Street Execs thought it was very quaint. Got in their porches and took off down the street.
The following year, the Fruit Vendor had an even larger store, this time covering two retail stores. He now had his two kids working with him as well as his wife. Their English had greatly improved.
Next year, he expanded the fruit market to half a city block. Business was booming for him and his family. Their market was clean, the produce was fresh and they worked long hard days, everyday.
The Wall Street Execs would stop there on the way home to pickup fresh fruit. They still didnt think much of the store owner.
Within two years, the store owner had outright purchased the an entire city block store front, big bright beautiful lights, and the place was busy all the time. People would come from all over Manahatan to buy produce as they all heard rumors of how great store was.
Meanwhile, the stock market crashed heave, the execs lost their jobs and everything else in risky trades, and had to resort to seeking employment at guess where?
This is a true story. Happened to two friends of a man I know back in the mid 80's..
Now the million dollar question.
What is really stopping us from succeeding?
