It's All In the Fine Tuning......(OT)

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It's All In The Fine Tuning.....

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 superhuman ears! "

" No, " said the Native American, " my ears are no different from yours. It all

depends on what you are 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 is

important to you. "

~ " If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the

entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand. "