Aaaaahhhhh, little butterfly...

(DISCLAIMER: I didn't write this. My spam from "The Motley Fool" did. But I like the parable. I think this may apply to a lot of us right now.)


Ever hear the apocryphal story of the farmhand who applies for a job? When asked about his qualifications, the farmhand replies, "I can sleep when the wind blows." Though puzzled, the farmer hires the otherwise able fellow.

The farmer is awakened by a violent storm a few nights later. Terrified by the gusting wind, cracking lightning, and rolling thunder, he jumps out of bed and frantically runs around the house. Instead of the devastation he expects, he finds the windows shuttered, the logs stacked by the fireplace, the tractor secured in the shed, and the animals warm in the barn with fresh hay. He returns to the house and finds the farmhand fast asleep.

It was then that the farmhand's words made sense: As long as you're prepared for the storms that will inevitably come, and as long as you faithfully do what needs to be done each day, you can still sleep soundly when the tempest is upon you.