I have a millionaire friend named Uday who owns a Factory of manufacturing Magic Goods – which he exports to 38 countries.
He told me a story of a young boy. The boy’s high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about – “what he wanted to be and do when he grew up”.
That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday becoming an exporter of Toys. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a three storied Building, showing the location of all the activities of production, the Office, Stock Room and the Godown. Then he drew a detailed floor plan of 10,000 square feet.
“He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red “F” Grade with a note that read, `see me after class.’
“The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, `why did I receive an F Grade?’
“The teacher said,
This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning an export company requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the machineries and later you’ll have to pay large salary for workers. There’s no way you could ever do it.’ Then the teacher added,if you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’
“The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, `Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’ “Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all.
He stated to his teacher, “You can keep the “F” Grade and I’ll keep my dream.”
Uday concluded that Boy is none other than himself. “I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 10,000-square-foot export office. I still have that school paper framed over there. He added, “The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to my factory.” When the teacher was leaving, he said, “Look, uday, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.”
Moral: “Don’t let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what.”
Vastu Yogi Dr.Ramesh Kamath
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