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An unemployed man is desperate to support his family
of a wife and three kids.
He applies for a janitor's job at a large firm and
easily passes an aptitude test.
The human resources manager tells him, "You will be
hired at minimum wage of $5.35 an hour. Let me have
your e-mail address so that we can get you in the
loop.
Our system will automatically e-mail you all the
forms and advise you when to start and where to
report on your first day."
Taken back, the man protests that he is poor and has
neither a computer nor an e-mail address. To this the
manager replies, "You must understand that to a
company like ours that means that you virtually do not
exist. Without an e-mail address you can hardly expect
to be employed by a high-tech firm. Good day."
Stunned, the man leaves. Not knowing where to turn and
having $10 in his wallet, he walks past a farmers'
market and sees a stand selling 25 lb.crates of
beautiful red tomatoes. He buys a crate, carries it to
a busy corner and displays the tomatoes. In less than
2 hours he sells all the tomatoes and makes 100% profit.
Repeating the process several times more that day, he
ends up with almost $100 and arrives home that night
with several bags of groceries for his family.
During the night he decides to repeat the tomato
business the next day. By the end of the week he is
getting up early every day and working into the night.
He multiplies his profits quickly. Early in the second
week he acquires a cart to transport several boxes of
tomatoes at a time, but before a month is up he sells
the cart to buy a broken-down pickup truck.
At the end of a year he owns three old trucks. His
two sons have left their neighborhood gangs to help
him with the tomato business, his wife is buying the
tomatoes, and his daughter is taking night courses at the
community college so she can keep books for him.
By the end of the second year he has a dozen very nice
used trucks and employs fifteen previously unemployed
people, all selling tomatoes. He continues to work hard.
Time passes and at the end of the fifth year he owns a
fleet of nice trucks and a warehouse that his wife
supervises, plus two tomato farms that the boys manage.
The tomato company's payroll has put hundreds of
homeless and jobless people to work. His daughter
reports that the business grossed a million dollars.
Planning for the future, he decides to buy some life insurance.
Consulting with an insurance adviser, he picks an insurance
plan to fit his new circumstances. Then the adviser asks him
for his e-mail address in order to send the final
documents electronically.
When the man replies that he doesn't have time to mess
with a computer and has no e-mail address, the
insurance man is stunned, "What, you don't have e-mail?
No computer? No Internet? Just think where you would
be today if you'd had all of that five years ago!"
"Ha!" snorts the man. "If I'd had e-mail five years
ago I would be sweeping floors at Microsoft and making
$5.35 an hour."
Which brings us to the moral of the story: Since you
got this story by e-mail, you're probably closer to
being a janitor than a millionaire.
Sadly, I received it also
of a wife and three kids.
He applies for a janitor's job at a large firm and
easily passes an aptitude test.
The human resources manager tells him, "You will be
hired at minimum wage of $5.35 an hour. Let me have
your e-mail address so that we can get you in the
loop.
Our system will automatically e-mail you all the
forms and advise you when to start and where to
report on your first day."
Taken back, the man protests that he is poor and has
neither a computer nor an e-mail address. To this the
manager replies, "You must understand that to a
company like ours that means that you virtually do not
exist. Without an e-mail address you can hardly expect
to be employed by a high-tech firm. Good day."
Stunned, the man leaves. Not knowing where to turn and
having $10 in his wallet, he walks past a farmers'
market and sees a stand selling 25 lb.crates of
beautiful red tomatoes. He buys a crate, carries it to
a busy corner and displays the tomatoes. In less than
2 hours he sells all the tomatoes and makes 100% profit.
Repeating the process several times more that day, he
ends up with almost $100 and arrives home that night
with several bags of groceries for his family.
During the night he decides to repeat the tomato
business the next day. By the end of the week he is
getting up early every day and working into the night.
He multiplies his profits quickly. Early in the second
week he acquires a cart to transport several boxes of
tomatoes at a time, but before a month is up he sells
the cart to buy a broken-down pickup truck.
At the end of a year he owns three old trucks. His
two sons have left their neighborhood gangs to help
him with the tomato business, his wife is buying the
tomatoes, and his daughter is taking night courses at the
community college so she can keep books for him.
By the end of the second year he has a dozen very nice
used trucks and employs fifteen previously unemployed
people, all selling tomatoes. He continues to work hard.
Time passes and at the end of the fifth year he owns a
fleet of nice trucks and a warehouse that his wife
supervises, plus two tomato farms that the boys manage.
The tomato company's payroll has put hundreds of
homeless and jobless people to work. His daughter
reports that the business grossed a million dollars.
Planning for the future, he decides to buy some life insurance.
Consulting with an insurance adviser, he picks an insurance
plan to fit his new circumstances. Then the adviser asks him
for his e-mail address in order to send the final
documents electronically.
When the man replies that he doesn't have time to mess
with a computer and has no e-mail address, the
insurance man is stunned, "What, you don't have e-mail?
No computer? No Internet? Just think where you would
be today if you'd had all of that five years ago!"
"Ha!" snorts the man. "If I'd had e-mail five years
ago I would be sweeping floors at Microsoft and making
$5.35 an hour."
Which brings us to the moral of the story: Since you
got this story by e-mail, you're probably closer to
being a janitor than a millionaire.
Sadly, I received it also
