What To Listen ForAn Indian was in downtown New York, walking along with his friend, who lived in New York City. Suddenly he said, "I hear a cricket."
"Oh, you're crazy."
"No, I hear a cricket. I do! I'm sure of it."
"It's the noon hour. You know there are people bustling around, cars honking, taxis squealing, noise from the city. I'm sure you can't hear it."
"I'm sure I do." He listened attentively and then walked to the corner, across the street, and looked all around. Finally on the other corner he found a shrub in a large cement planter. He dug beneath the leaf and found a cricket.
His friend was duly astounded. But the Indian said, "No, my ears are no different from yours. It simply depends on what you are listening to. Here, let me show you.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of change .... a few quarters, some dimes, nickles and pennies. And he dropped it on the concrete.
Every head within a block turned.
"You see what I mean?" the Indian said as he began picking up his coins. "It all depends on what you are listening for."