THE INDIAN AND THE CRICKET
A Native American and his friend were in downtown New York, walking near Fifth and Madison Avenues. Suddenly, the Indian said, "I hear a cricket." With people bustling around, cars honking, taxi tires squealing, whistles blowing at this busy noon hour, his friend says, "You're crazy! You couldn't possibly hear a cricket in all this noise. "No, I'm sure of it. I do hear a cricket," replies the Indian... and he begins to walk across the street with an attentive and alert posture.
At the corner of the intersection he finds a blooming shrub in a big cement planter. He touches the branches of the bush and then looks beneath the leaves... and there he finds his cricket. His friend is amazed. "That's incredible. You must have super-human ears!" "No," said the Indian, "my ears are no different from yours. It all depends on what you're listening for.
Here, let me show you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out some coins and dropped them on the pavement. And there, amid all the hustle and bustle of the lunch hour rush, every head within 20 feet turned and looked for the money they heard falling on the ground.
"You see what I mean. It just all depends on what you're listening for."