Here's the story, One day I flew to Dallas to meet a client. Time is very tight, because I had to go back to the airport. I stopped a taxi. Once stopped, the taxi driver immediately opened the car door for me, and made sure that I was sitting comfortably in it.
As soon as I got behind the wheel, he pointed to a Wall Street Journal newspaper that folded neatly beside me to read. Then she offered some tapes, and ask what kind of music I liked. Well, you seem very happy with your work. Obviously you have a long story about your work this.
"You are wrong," he said, "I worked in Corporate America (needs to know this is a big company in the US). But I feel tired because whatever his hard effort to be the best in the business, however, never satisfy my heart. then I decided to find a step in my life, where I could feel proud and satisfied because it can be my best self. "
"I know," he continued, "I could never be a rocket scientist, but I love driving cars and providing service to others. I want to feel that I have done the best job every day. Then, I pondered what so excess myself, and wham ,, I became a taxi driver. "
"One thing I believe in, that I succeed in my business, I only need to meet the needs of my passengers. But in order for my business to be amazing, I have to exceed the expectations of my passengers. Of course I want to achieve outstanding results than the plain ordinary. "
It is a real lesson incredible. Do you think I gave him a big tip for services rendered? You are wrong! Her coming is a loss for Corporate America, but a good traveling companion.So, happy is not because of income and a high position, but happy is because one of the things we feel proud and satisfied having done it.Surely this is a very inspiring story, many people today who decide to suffer the expense of self-esteem, time, freedom and sometimes the honor to get a high position and income. But the taxi driver is a very appreciative of life. You only live once, decide which is best for your life, and go for your own happiness.
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