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How do we measure success?

The was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The businessman complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. The Mexican replied only a little while.Image

The businessman then asked why he didn’t stay out longer and catch more fish? The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs. The businessman then asked, but what do you do with the rest of your time? The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos; I have a full and busy life, señor.”

The businessman scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and I could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats; eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to the processor and eventually open your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually New York City where you would run your expanding enterprise.”

The Mexican fisherman asked, “But señor, how long will this all take?” To which the businessman replied, “15-20 years.” “But what then, señor?” The businessman laughed and said, “That’s the best part! When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions.” “Millions, señor? Then what?” The businessman said, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.”

The fisherman, still smiling, looked up and said, “Isn’t that what I’m doing right now?”

-Author Unknown


Metaphor of Life, Driving

Driving is a true metaphor of my life or the life I want. I remember begging my pops to let me drive. Yes I was able to take the wheel but that’s not the kind of driving I wanted to do. I told him that I love driving and if he let me drive I would drive forever. Well he never had the chance to give me the keys to drive, he retired and stayed home most of the time.  I did get to drive one time in Detroit of all places but it was not my Pop’s car, it was his cousins husbands car, keep in mind I was maybe 12 at the time.  Grandpa (Pop’s) was not happy that he let me drive on our way to Lake Michigian for get together. 

I have so many memories about me and cars what I remember most is what inspired this post. When I’m behind the wheel everything is crisp. My judgment is direct and clear without secon guessing myself. Something about high speed makes be be even more aware. Yet in life I’m playing comfortable, maybe not as comfortable as others but more than I really want. All my life I’ve taken risk but they never seem to pay what I project add a family and you get me wanting the fast life moving slow.  I feel the most at home in my car driving, my giess is because it’s my ass on the line if anything happens. It’s a responsibility Idrake on willingly because I have that much confidence or I’m just that cocky. 

This really is just a random thought that I need to go deeper to see what’s there. 

Namaste and drive safe, I’m on the road with you.

The Soul Reporter is Stretching Herself

Support others is what we do here at iObmo. Namaste

Okay, I know you got the email about me asking you to vote for the blog contest. It’s going really well, and I think I am really serious because now, I’ve put my face on you tube for the cause. The cause is really about my message and from the responses I am receiving it is a universal one. Here is the link to my latest post, and inside the post is my video. I hope that you will vote, and if you already have- thank you so very much…

Deadline May 16, 5 pm PST

And this will be my last email with this request. I feel a bit uneasy “selling” myself, but like I said it’s the message and when an opportunity comes, I’ve vowed to give it my all. So again, thank you.



Blog Contest

Message from the Soul Reporter, your help is requested and appreciated. 

Hello reader,
I need a favor. I entered Brian Tracy’s Blog Contest and my entry was chosen for the top 60 out of 500 entries. To be in the top 10, I need votes. To vote, go to the link below and post a comment- and that’s it. Voting ends on May 16 at 5 pm PST. This contest can help expose my writing/work/blog- something I’ve been working on for many years. I appreciate your support and if you would, send it to your friends and family as well. From the post you will see the message I am sending out into the world. Thank you.

Much love,


Nikki Di Virgilio, The Soul Reporter: Face to Face With the Guru

Nikki Di Virgilio, The Soul Reporter: Face to Face With the Guru

Homeless Vets

I recently got into a discussion about homeless vets in the us.  The conversation was good as a whole but started with the comment of.  We need to make sure the contract is read and understood.  I have never seen the contract before so I am not sure what is in it.  But I do know that no matter what is in it, it does not explain the homelessness.  It is hard for me to imagine spending my time risking my life only to be messed up in the head and left to fend for myself.

The reason why this is so hard for me is if you brain wash me in the name of preparation for war.  Then I finish my assignment and go back home to a life that does not even look the same.  I should be supported until I am able to fend for myself.  I call this “Giving a vet a fish until he trust in themselves to fish again”.

We have to take better care of the people who take care of us.  We take care of them by providing the mental health they need as well as a place for them to feel at home in.  I know this is a hard thing to do considering everything going on here in America, but considering as much money as the Gov. waste on themselves.  This should be a part of what is needed to help those that have sacrificed so much for us all.


>Good Deeds go Un-Noticed

>No good dead goes Un-Noticed

That was my thought when leaving work to get lunch. I have been taught by my mother and grandmother to always do good deeds. In this current job I started as temp and busted my ass for the company and my family.

It started with me working 12 hours a day to get work done. I was the first in and the last to leave. It was all good to me because my family needed the OT to pay bills.

A year or so after that I was hired and a year after that the OT was shutdown and work load was moved around. It was horrible timing because we needed to refi to get out of this home loan. All of those have now resulted in a short sale on our credit.

Last Tuesday my group was let go with a 60 day working notice. I call this mental equity stripping but that's another topic. I am not convinced that everyone was made aware of this at the same time. If so then the managments were looking out for the ones they liked better.

Before you start riding me on how normal that is, I know too. In this case the person is acting as if they had no idea that this was comming about. My issue is don't lie now that it is over and you have been guided through the storm of this lay off.

Today I have reason to beleive this person has landed a job that pays well. I like this person and I am glad they have found a position in the company.

Back to the topic of this post. I feel I have done great deeds for this company. I started feeling that good deeds don't get noticed. So I left work to get out of energy.

I had not had lunch at this point so decided to go to fast food place for Fish sandwich. When I got out my car and started heading to door I noted a white women 5 steps behind me.

Rather then rush to get in I held the door behind me so she did not have to open door. Once she was in I let door go so I could open next door for her. Rather than opening the same way and let her in first, allowing her to order first.

Keep in mind my thoughts above and I did a good deed anyways. This lady after ordering her cone turned and said "I'm going to buy this persons lunch"! I said wow because I am thinking of my thoughts above as well. She joked and said don't break the bank. I told her no that is not it at all, I then tell her my thoughts of good deeds going un-noticed and she smiled.

The moral of this story to me is this, The Soul Knows All. Trust you are where you should be and do what you think about.

Thanks for this meat of life