A traveler had the goal of getting to where he wanted to go.
He carried essentially all of his belongings with him in a handmade canvas sack that he fashioned into a backpack using two ropes.
He wore decades old tennis shoes that were taped together on the sole and sides with duct and electrical tape.
He always wore a jacket for protection during the sun, as he was constantly on the road; and of course for any sudden changes of weather.
Whenever he was asked where he was going, he never gave a clear or even a definite answer.
This of course frustrated the people who desired to help him on his way.
“I thank you kindly for the support, but I would hate to take you away from what you are doing.” was always his response to offers of help.
He stopped to take a short rest on a park bench, when a soccer ball rolled up against his foot.
Picking it up, and turning around to give it back to the playing kid, they noticed the man’s ragged appearance.
In a movement of powerful innocence, this kid asked this man if he wanted to take their ball.
“No thanks, kid…
...you have already given me what I needed.”
A young couple decided to go to a concert on a Friday evening when they could have time to enjoy each other’s company.
The only problem was deciding on which show to see; the guy certainly was a typical “guy” desiring a decidedly tougher and rougher musical experience, while the girl was more cultured, wanting to see a musical.
Seeing both would obviously be too much, so both parties endeavored to persuade each other of the virtues of their choice.
They both gave impassioned arguments fighting for their individual cause. The tenets and axioms of established oratory and rhetoric since time immemorial were used with great fervor and gusto,
...so much that they eventually realized they had been debating so long, both shows were halfway finished.
This gave the couple a great chuckle at the ridiculous situation, yet they had realized that their passionate debate was more than enough entertainment for the two of them.
Afterwards, they decided to take a stroll in the pleasant night air.
Passing through the city center, they gave a busking guitarist a few dollars for his trouble.
A physicist was working on a tough problem that he encountered at work.
It was a problem, that if figured out, could turn the traditional views of the world, and indeed, the universe, on its head.
He was having great difficulty finding an answer, however he thought that some time away from thinking about would clear his mind enough to solve his problem.
He decided to take his daughter with him to the beach one day.
While they were walking along the shore, his daughter looked out into the ocean and saw the waves crest and fall flat against the beach.
“Dad, how are waves created?”
The father started to give an answer like a receipt coming out of a machine, but something triggered him out of his “automatic” state.
He began to think about the question, and the answer that he was about to give.”
“A wave is a motion that water does when something influences it to make it.”
“So if it there was nothing to influence it, there would be no wave, right?”
After a few seconds of contemplation,
...he found his answer.
A group of boy scouts were camping in the woods for a weekend.
It was one of their first camping trips during the winter.
Of course, their trips during the summer and fall were very straightforward. Because of the good weather, the boys did not have to pack much more than their tents and canteens.
But setting up camp at the foot of a mountain range in the middle of December proved to be a little more challenging.
Their firemaking skills were the greatest thing tested, for obvious reason, but their scoutmasters were very adept teachers and the boys hardly suffered through any hardship.
In fact, they had a lot of free time, and in order to pass it they played a little game of intuition.
One boy claimed that it would snow later on that night, intuiting from the fact of the low cloud cover, dampness in the air
This claim didn’t go over well with the rest of the boys, in fact, they lambasted him over the fact that the area had only a couple inches of snowfall over the past couple of years.
But the boy persisted, even volunteering a that the system will drop 3 to 6 inches of snow on the ground.
At this bold statement of prediction, the boys perked up; intrigued at the specific amount offered.
This was not all, so confident that he was going to be correct, he decided to place a bet; if he was correct, he would collect everyone’s pocket knives.
This was agreed upon, but it was certainly not agreeable to the other boys when they woke up to a good five inches of snow on the ground the next morning.
Hesitant, but agreeing to the terms, the boys handed over their knives to the intuitive boy, but not without first asking how he was able to know what would happen.
“I called upon all the resources at my disposal, the drop in temperature, the drop in air pressure…
A group of old men were playing cards one evening.
The men had been friends for a long time, ever since they met as longshoremen as teenagers.
On their game nights, they only played one card game; a form of poker that included:
The only “goal” of the game was to compare the different hands each person developed after each deal.
One day, a young man joined their game.
Expecting a traditional game, he soon became miffed.
“You mean y’all don’t bet? Where’s the fun then?”
“The fun is in seeing what the next hand is.”
“...but what can you possibly get out of that?