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The Value of Work



Story 1: Difference in Work..!!


Once a heart surgeon went to the local garage for his car service. Garage owner who was also a skilled mechanic attended him and a little friendly banter started between the two.


Mechanic said, “So.. I have been wondering.. What do we both do for a living..?”

“So..?”, questioned the surgeon.


Mechanic replied, “Well look at this.. ”


As the mechanic was checking on the engine he said, “I check how it’s running, open it up and then fix valves and also after working all i put it all back together.. Now it will work as good as new..”


Surgeon was confused..


Mechanic continued, “We basically do the same job.. Don’t we?? yet you get paid ten times what i get.. can you tell me why that??”


Surgeon thought for a moment and then smiled gently toward the mechanic and said, “Try it with the engine running..”


Moral: Sometimes simple Answer can Makes us Understand big Differences..


Story 2: Value of one Screw..!!


Once there was an industrialist.. in one of his factories the production line inexplicably broke down. It was costing him a loss of million per day. No one was able to find out what problem occurred within the production line.


At last industrialists were able to track down an expert. When an expert came he examined the production line then at a point he took the screwdriver and turned just one screw and just with that whole production line started working just fine.


After work was finished expert presented industrialist with a bill of 10,000$


Affronted, Industrialists demanded an itemized version of the bill. Just after a few minutes the expert came back with an itemized bill.


Bill read: “For turning screw: 1$.. For knowing which screw to turn: 9,999$”


Moral: One puts his Hard work, Labor and Time in Learning and Becoming Skilled or Expert at anything.


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