See what I mean?
by Dr. Ellen Cullman, FLT Columnist
An unknown Native American and his friend were walking near Times Square. It was the lunch hour. As people clamored about, you could hear the deafening sounds of the city with sirens wailing, cars screeching and taxicabs tooting.
Suddenly, the Native American said, “I hear a cricket.”
His friend said, “You must be crazy! You couldn’t possibly hear a cricket in all of this noise!”
“No, I’m sure of it. I hear a cricket.” Listening carefully, the Native American walked across the street where shrubs were growing in a planter. Sure enough, as he parted the bushes, he saw a small cricket.
His friend, utterly amazed, said, “That’s incredible. You must have superhuman ears!”
“No,” said the Native American, “my ears are no different from yours. It all depends on what you’re listening for.”
“But that can’t be!” said the friend. “I could never hear a cricket in this noise.”
“Yes, you can!” replied the Native American. “It depends on what is really important to you. Here, let me show you.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out a few coins and discreetly dropped them on the sidewalk. With the noise of the crowded street still blaring as the coins tinkled onto the pavement, they noticed every head within 20 feet turn and look.
“See what I mean?” asked the Native American. “It all depends on what’s important to you.”
Penelope, who maintained a healthy body weight, and Nicky, who did not, met each other in a swanky restaurant for dinner. Not having seen each other for years, they looked forward to a delectable dinner as they caught up with each other’s lives.
Penelope said, “If I were hungrier, I would order the chicken Parmesan.”
Nicky said, “Oh, that’s what I’m getting – hungry or not!”
Penelope, considering what entree appealed to her, decided on the lemon-garlic chicken.
Similarly, when ordering dessert, Nicky quickly gravitated to the decadent chocolate cake with ice cream and ignored her overstuffed feeling. Penelope, considering how full she felt, ordered the strawberry sorbet.
As they finished eating, Nicky asked Penelope, “How could you turn down the chicken Parmesan? I remember how much you loved it.”
“I’m listening to my stomach so I don’t get too full,” said Penelope, “and the lemon-garlic chicken is one of my favorites and not as filling.”
“That’s incredible,” said Nicky. “You can’t possibly listen to your stomach. It doesn’t talk.”
“Actually, everyone’s stomach speaks to them. You can hear it if it is important to you to learn its language,” said Penelope.
As they walked back to the car, Nicky noticed how healthy Penelope looked after all these years. “I feel so bloated and stuffed,” Nicky admitted.
“See what I mean?” asked Penelope. “It all depends on what’s important to you.”