A Narrative Parable:
The Stockbroker
I grew up as a city dweller, spending all my
vacations camping in the mountains. I was wild about
fresh-water streams, intrigued by the courtesy of
country folk, and aspired, some day to live in "God's
country" with them...
In the city, business was the usually lucrative,
but "tongue and cheek", fast paced environment I've
grown to hate... People never seemed to have the time
to take their masks off and truly notice one another.
The omnipresent attitude of: "Mine! Mine! Mine!" was
making me an old man fast on Wall Street. In order to
pass those grueling days, I often indulged in fond
memories of peaceful people by the clear waters in the
country-side.
One successful day on Wall Street, brought forth the
results for which I had been working. After glancing
at my net totals of commissions, amidst investors'
twisted smiles, I realized I had the capital to move
up in style.
The next thing I know, I was on my long awaited
quest searching for my dream house in the country +)
That first day, I could smell fresh alpine air while
gazing at green-hued topography. I was psyched! As
if being guided by a breeze, I found a for sale sign
and this beautiful buxom brunette front staging this
quaint little house. I shook my head and thought, am
I dreaming?
She invited me in for a cup of coffee. I mean,
she was the most enchanting hostess I've ever
encountered))) What a smile!
While we did the "Mocha Java" thing, she mentioned
that there was a refreshing river 'round back I'd
enjoy. Intoxicated by the aroma which seemed to be
exuding from her breasts, I hurriedly accepted her
price.
As she glowed from ear to ear, I asked her what
she was going to do, now that she sold the house?
"Oh, I'm going to Wall Street", she said with
this outrageously seductive smirk on her face)))
I was dumbfounded! In a pretentious manner I
asked, "Why so?"
"Money and opportunities... It sure beats my bank
job here! Besides, people around here can be so
backward... They think they own the country or
something; hunting and fishing got old fast for
me!", she snickered...
As for me, I was so excited when I moved in! I
was finally there, to freely appreciate living with
country folk. That's me, I was thinking, in the wide
open spaces))) The first thing to do was to
scout that river I was told of... Sure enough, there
was a jeep trail leading out the backyard into the
woods. I followed it around a bend where was I
restricted by a gate and a "NO TRESPASSING" sign just
twenty feet before the riverbank.