We were in the Grand Ballroom of the Sheraton on the Park, in Sydney, Australia. 900 cheering, positive people and me. I had just finished doing a presentation and was signing books and shaking hands at the back of the room.
I had talked about mindset, business opportunity and dreams. How I went from a dishwasher to a multimillionaire, and how the people in the room could do the same. The music was blaring, people were still mingling around, and then he came…
The dictionary guy.
He stood around, hovering and fidgeting. Finally he worked his way up to me, holding a pocket sized, dime store dictionary, which he was fondling nervously. He reminded me that during the session, I had splashed water into the audience. He opened the dictionary to a page that had received a droplet or two, and explained that he had bought the dictionary for his mother. And now he didn’t know how he could give it to her.
I laughed, assuming that he wanted to keep it as a souvenir or was making a joke. He wasn’t.
He pulled a receipt out of his pocket, and again stated mumbling about how he could give his mother a dictionary that had had water splashed on it. I reached in my pocket and handed him a $50 bill and took the dictionary from him. “I’m buying it from you,” I declared. Then I threw it into the garbage behind me.
“Don't you want the receipt?” he whined.
“No I don’t need it. Goodbye,” I replied. And turned away to sign some more books. My friends told me later that he went back and took the book out of the garbage before he slunk off.
He thought he scored big time. He got $50 for a $5 book. But he had no idea of the greater riches he left behind…
Now in the past I would have talked about what a moron he was. I’d like to think I’ve moved past that stage now. And can recognize he is just another person who bought into all the limiting beliefs swirling around him. One of literally dozens you can interact with on any given day.
In that room on that night, he was probably outnumbered 890 to ten. It was a room full of dreamers – positive, success-oriented people working for a better life. And they understand that this is accomplished by self-development and personal growth.
The dictionary guy is trying to cheat the system. He wants the good things in life, but he’s not willing to put out the effort. Of course he will fail, and unless he changes, he will be broke his whole life. But he will have lots of company...
Because outside of that ballroom at the Sheraton – he’s got a much bigger team than you and I do. That night we had a 90% edge. But in the “real world,” those percentages are reversed! In normal society, you and I are the aberration, the weirdos.
Now the interesting thing is this...
His team will always outnumber us, but we will always win the match. Because we live our lives in accord with universal laws. Whereas the herd is looking for the short cut; always trying another angle to get something for nothing.
Here’s the really good news…
I used to be in that other group. And maybe you were too. But all of us – even the dictionay guy – can choose to change.
Ain’t it great!