Showing posts with label farmer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label farmer. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Lessons from a corn farmer

There was a prosperous farmer in the US who was very famous for bagging the "Best Corn Grower" award every year. A journalist approached him and asked him the secret of his success. The farmer replied he joyfully shared the secret of growing the best corn with all his neighbouring farmers. He even gave them the best quality seed and taught them the techniques to grow the best corn.


The journalist got confused and asked "If you share the secret of your success with all your neighbours, are you not inviting competition?"

The farmer replied: "If I want to have the best quality corn, I must have some good quality corn growing in the neighbouring areas because the wind will carry the pollen that will cross pollinate with the corn buds in my farm and help me produce the best corn. If my neighbours corn is of inferior quality, then my corn cannot be of the best quality inspite of all my efforts"

The journalist said: "That makes a lot of sense; but are you not inviting competition?"

The farmer replied: "There is no question of competition because I know that most people are selfish and will not share the secret of their success with their neighbours. So my neighbours neighbour may not grow the good quality corn and hence my neighbour's corn cannot be superior to mine !!!"

Therefore, success cannot happen in isolation. If you want to succeed, you must help your neighbours, friends and relatives to succeed.
 
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Friday, May 23, 2008

Everyone needs someone who understands

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the Eyes of a little boy.

Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."

"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"

"Sure," said the farmer.

And with that he let out a whistle," Here, Dolly!" he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared; this One noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up....

"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."


The world is full of people who need someone who understands.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Duck hunting


A big-city lawyer, from New Delhi, went duck hunting in the Haryana state . He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell in to a farmer's field on the other side of a fence. As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing.

The litigator responded, "I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and now I'm going in to retrieve it." The old farmer replied. "This is my property, and you are not coming over here." The indignant lawyer said, "I am one of the best trial attorneys in the Delhi and if you don't let me get that duck, I'll sue you and take everything you own.."

The old farmer smiled and said, "Apparently, you don't know how we do things in Haryana. Down here we settle small disagreements like this with the Three-Kick Rule." The lawyer asked, "A Three Kick Rule. What is the Three-Kick Rule?" The Farmer replied, "Well, first I kick you three times, and then you kick me three times, and so on, back and forth, until someone gives up."

The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom. The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the city feller. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy work boot into the lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees.
His second kick nearly wiped the man's nose off his face. The attorney was flat on his belly when the farmer's third kick to the kidney area nearly caused him to give up. The lawyer summoned every bit of his will, managed to get to his feet, and said, "Okay, you old coot, now it's my turn."

The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the duck."