The Cricket in Times Square

We all hear similar sounds. .. but what do we listen to?

A Masai community leader was invited to New York for a symposium.
ln Times Square, amidst all the blaring of horns and bustle of humanity,
he grabbed his host and said, “| hear a cricket!” He then slowly crossed
the street to where some shrubs were growing. He looked into the bushes,
beneath the branches, and to his friend’s great amazement, there was a
small cricket.

“That’s impossible!” exclaimed his friend. “You must have super-
human hearing!”

“Not quite,” said the Masai. “My ears are no differentfrom yours. ltjust
depends on what you’re listening for.”

“Maybe — but there’s no way l would have heard a little cricket in the
middle of New York City,” said the friend.

“That’s because you don’t care about crickets,” said the Masai. ”Butl
bet you would be amazed at what your ears can pick up when it’s a priority.
Here, let me show you.”

He then reached into his pocket, pulled out a few coins, and discreetly
dropped them on the pavement. Amazingly enough, with the noise of the
crowded street still blaring in_their ears, the friends noticed every head
within twenty feet turn and look to see if the money that jingled on the
pavement was theirs.

“Get the point?” asked the Masai. “lt all depends on what’s important
to you.”

Stacks of gold coins on white background.

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