Three Wishes

There were three men out sailing, when it began to storm. Their boat 

was wrecked by the storm, and washed up on a deserted Island. They 

started to walk along the beach and found a bottle. They picked it up 

and began rubbing the sand off, when all of a sudden, a genie popped 

out. The Genie said "Since you have released me from the bottle, I 

will grant each of you one wish." 

The first man said, "I really miss my wife and grandchildren. I wish 

I were back home." Poof! He was gone. 

The second man said, "This is great! I wish I were in Hawaii on the 

beach, with a good hot meal to eat." Poof! He was gone, too! 

The third man looked around and said, "You know, it's lonely around 

here, I really miss those guys."

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News Flash: A ship carrying a cargo of red paint has collided with a 

ship carrying a cargo of purple paint. Last radio contact confirmed 

that both crews were marooned. 

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What a life

The American businessman was at the pier of a small South Pacific 

Island village when a small fishing vessel, with just one fisherman, 

docked. Inside the hold of the small boat were several large grouper. 

The American complimented the Islander on the quality of his fish and 

asked how long it took to catch them.

 

The Islander replied, "Only a little while."

 

The American then asked why didn't he stay out longer and catch more 

fish?

 

The Islander said he had enough to support his family's immediate 

needs. The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of 

your time?"

 

The fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my 

children, take a late afternoon nap with my wife Helia, stroll into 

the village each evening, where I sip rum and play guitar with my 

friends, I have a full and busy life."

 

The American scoffed, "I have an MBA and could help you. You 

should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger 

boat with the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several 

boats, eventually you could have a fleet of your own fishing boats. 

Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you could sell directly 

to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would 

control the product, processing and distribution.

You could then leave this small fishing village and move to 

Australia, then LA and eventually NYC where you will run your 

expanding enterprise."

 

The South Seas fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?" 

To which the American replied, "15-20 years."

 

"But what then?"

 

The American laughed and said that's the best part. "When the time is 

right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the 

public and become very rich, you would make millions."

 

"Millions, really? Then what?"

 

The American said, "You could then retire, and move to a small fishing

village where you could sleep late, fish a little, play with your 

kids, take a late afternoon nap with your wife, stroll to the village 

in the evenings, and sip rum and play your guitar with your friends."