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The Banker And The Fisherman: A Life Changing Story

Picture of Hundred Dollar Bills Inspirational StoryMost people take vacations to get away from their everyday life.

But today’s story shows how a single moment of vacation changed a man’s life forever.


There was once a banker who existed in a fast-paced world of concrete and noise. He spent his days running from one big building to the next, going from meeting to meeting and fighting to squeeze every last dollar of profit into his pocket.

Besides making money there was only one other thing he lived for: the lone week of vacation he could claw out of his busy schedule.

This vacation he always took in a particular coastal town. His father had taken him there as a boy because they both loved fishing so much, and he continued the tradition as an adult.

The banker thought he knew every little inch of the place, but one day while on vacation he spotted a dock that he had never seen before. It was like it had appeared out of nowhere. He had his fishing pole in hand so he decided to go and try out this mysterious new fishing spot.

The banker walked out onto the dock and within minutes a small boat appeared nearby.

Picture of a fisherman on the oceanThere was a fisherman in the boat and at his feet lay the most gorgeous yellowtail tuna the banker had ever seen in his life.

The fisherman docked his boat and began to carefully unload the fish. His clothes were comfortable looking, but obviously worn a bit from the sun and sea weather.

The banker couldn’t help himself.

He approached the fisherman and pointed out the amazing quality of the yellowtail tuna he had caught.

“Yes, thank you,” said the fisherman nodding slightly.

“You know,” said the banker, “if you kept fishing for the entire day then you’d be able to catch more of those beauties. Then you could buy a bigger boat and a whole new set of clothes.”

The fisherman thanked the banker, but said that he liked the free time he had. He only caught enough fish to support his wife and kids, with a little leftover to give to his grandparents each week.

“But what in the world do you do with the rest of your day then?”, said the banker with wide eyes.

“Well, I am able to sleep late in the morning and then do some fishing for a couple of hours.

Then in the afternoon I play with my kids or take a nap.

In the evening I stroll on the beach with my wife and we walk to a place where our friends like to hang out. There we have some drinks, tell stories, and laugh about old times until we get tired.”

The banker was shocked. “Listen,” he said, I can help you achieve your wildest dreams.”


The banker then told the fisherman that if he fished from dawn till dusk for many years he could buy a larger boat. After that he could hire employees and keep reinvesting his profits from fishing to gain many more boats and employees.

Then over a couple of decades he could become the major employer in the area and rake in even more profits. Several more decades of hard work later he could sell his company and retire with a million dollars.

The fisherman was quiet, then said, “So… what would I do when I retire?”

“Complete freedom. You can sleep in whenever you want, go fishing, see your kids, and spend evenings hanging out with your wife and friends whenever you feel like it.”

The fisherman smiled big and picked up his basket of fish. “Thank you sir, but that’s exactly what I do now! He nodded a goodbye and walked off, whistling to himself happily.

The banker sitting on a dock and thinking about lifeThe banker was shocked. He had never had a moment like this in his life before. He sat on that dock for quite some time, not fishing but thinking about his life and the conversation he’d just had with the fisherman.

Then he walked to his hotel, a changed man, and never went back to his old life again.


I like this story a lot, and I’m not the only one.

Variations of this story have been featured around the world in countless motivational and “change your life” sort of books. Not to mention all the times it’s been passed from person to person via email over the years.

So why is this story so popular? I think it’s because when the banker has his epiphany about life, we experience it too.

In this ever more complex world that we live in, it feels good to hear that we don’t have to make things even more complicated to be happy.

However, I think the core message of this story is often misunderstood.

A lot of people think that the story is saying that everybody should live a simple, relaxed life like the fisherman.

But not every life is one size fits all.

Inspirational picture of a hiker jumping over an obstacleThe real message is that you should live the kind of life that will make you the happiest, instead of chasing what other people think is important.

For the banker and the fisherman the right life was to live on a coastal town and enjoy a simple existence, centered around fishing and relaxing on the beach.

But for other people out there, that kind of life would make them incredibly bored and unhappy.

The story is telling you to live the life that’s right for you NOW, don’t wait until retirement in hopes that you might be able to live it then.

It won’t be easy (how hard was it for the banker after that day, deciding to change his life?), but you will be happy.

What do you think, do you agree with me? Y/N?

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Revenge Of The Indian King: The Legend And True Story Behind It

Majaraja Of AlwarRevenge! Now that’s a word that promises an interesting story, and today’s story definitely delivers.

Called ‘The Revenge Of The Indian King’, this tale tells of how a king found himself the victim of people’s prejudices, and how he got his own special type of revenge.

Thanks to my wife Jennifer for bringing this story to my attention. Apparently it’s been gaining in popularity for quite some time, but for some reason I hadn’t heard of it until now (I know, *gasp*)…


Many years ago the king of India, called the Maharaja, was visiting London on an official trip. His job during the visit was to sit in his royal outfit and look Kingly during the long, boring ceremonies.

He saw hundreds of people each day but was not allowed to have more than a quick conversation with any of them. Worse were the dull speeches by politicians who droned on for hours …blah, blah, blah. And he was expected to always look interested no matter what.

“Blah blah blah blah blah blah…”
-what the Maharaja heard all day long

London Majaraja Rolls Royce True Story

After two days of this he became bored to the point of tears. What was the purpose of being the Maharaja if you were no more than a prisoner to dull ceremonies?

Then during a break between meetings the Maharaja was struck with an exciting idea. He was supposed to go back to his hotel and change into yet another bejewelled royal outfit before dinner. However, he decided to sneak a little freedom into his trip instead.

He went to his two most trusted assistants and borrowed some common clothes from them. Then they all slipped out of the hotel window, tiptoeing down the fire escape to the busy street below.

You see, the Maharaja knew that just around the corner from the hotel was a Rolls Royce showroom. And this particular showroom was displaying the newest set of luxury Rolls Royce cars. He was so excited that he practically ran to the building. And even before he got through the door his eyes were already glittering with all the new possibilities for him to purchase. Now this was living!

Inside the showroom he drank in the details of every new luxurious vehicle, taking note in his mind of how many of each he would buy. Strangely, much time went by yet no salesman appeared to help him set up his purchases.

Rolls Royce model used for garbage

He didn’t worry about it too much though, because he turned all his attention to the most expensive car in the showroom. He sat in the driver’s seat and put his hands on the wheel, closing his eyes and imagining a thrilling race against his friends back home. In his mind he saw himself winning the title of king of the race, easily crossing the finish line in his shiny new Rolls Royce.

But his imaginary race was interrupted suddenly when two salesmen came up to the car and rudely opened the door. They pointed to the exit and asked him to “please leave the showroom immediately”.

The message was clear: he didn’t look like the kind of person that had enough money to purchase a Rolls Royce.

To their eyes he was just a common man that spoke with a thick Indian accent, and he needed to get out of the way of the “real” buyers.

The Maharaja’s assistants couldn’t bear the insult to their king and immediately started to protest, but he held his hand up to silence them. He walked out of the showroom slowly and with dignity, but inside he was boiling with thoughts of revenge.


Majaraja in royal costumeBack at the hotel the Maharaja changed into his most decorative royal outfit. He clapped his hands twice and ordered his staff to contact the Rolls Royce showroom immediately. They were to announce that the King of India would arrive in an hour.

This time when he walked through the showroom doors he was wearing his spectacular royal costume. Behind him followed his many royal attendants. All the showroom staff were smiling and lined up to greet him, and they had even put out a velvety red carpet. The owner of the showroom bowed low and offered to personally show the Majaraja all the cars he desired.

The Maharaja played it cool and toured the showroom as if it was the first time he’d seen it. He cheerfully ordered six of the very most luxurious cars and paid extra to have them shipped to India.

What he did after that made headlines around the world.


When the Maharaja arrived back in India he had the cars prepared in a very —special– way. He had brooms tied to the front fenders and garbage cans shoved into the back. He then sent the fleet of Rolls Royce luxury cars to do garbage and street sweeping duty in the most disgusting areas of the capital. The cars were ordered to go slow, so that as many people as possible could witness the spectacle.

Rolls Royce used for sweeping and garbage

The Maharaja’s plan began to work within the first week. Newspapers got a hold of the story and soon headlines around the world proclaimed that Rolls Royce “luxury” cars were being used for garbage duty in India. The name Rolls Royce started to become a joke and the owners of Rolls Royce’s were suddenly shy to be seen in their expensive cars, for fear of becoming a joke themselves.

When Rolls Royce headquarters found out how the Maharaja had been snubbed at the London showroom, they offered gift after gift to appease him. Free cars, his own showroom, even the possibility of naming a future Rolls Royce car after him. He took his time to respond, but eventually told them he would stop using Rolls Royce cars for garbage duty on a single condition only. His condition was that all Rolls Royce showrooms around the world treat people fairly, no matter how they looked.

Rolls Royce headquarters agreed to his terms within minutes. The Maharaja then made an official phone call giving the order to recall the Rolls Royces from their garbage duty. And as he put down the phone he couldn’t help but have a big smile on his face, his plan had turned out perfectly. He had taught Rolls Royce a lesson.


Great story huh? But is any of it true?

Looking into this story I found that the royal families of India did indeed love themselves some Rolls Royce’s. They were notorious for buying the luxury vehicles, sometimes even modifying Rolls Royce’s to use for tiger hunting.

But the famous picture of ‘Street Sweeping Rolls Royce’s’ that have been circulating the internet along with this story appear to be of Israeli origin. Also if you look closely at the people in the background they don’t seem to be Indian people.

Proof internet picture Rolls Royce garbage

And when I looked into newspaper archives there weren’t any articles about Rolls Royce becoming a laughing stock.

In fact all evidence pointed to the story being an imaginary, albeit funny tale –that is, until I came across this quote from a modern Maharaja that had been interviewed by The Telegraph:

That incident was burnt into the collective family memory,” said the present-day Maharaja of Alwar, Jeetender Singh. “We were perhaps the only royal family that was allowed to buy any car except a Rolls-Royce. We have numerous vintage cars but not a single Rolls.”

Whaaaat? According to this Maharaja the true story happened in the 1920’s to the Majaraja of Alwar.

The Majaraja of Alwar had gone into a Rolls Royce showroom to purchase a Rolls Royce Phantom II Tourer. But instead of wearing his grand clothing, that day he had dressed in normal clothes. When he tried to get help from the salesman on duty the guy completely snubbed him, thinking he was below the salesman and wasting time.

It was then that the Majaraja of Alwar found the manager of the showroom. He declared he would buy all the cars on display, on the condition that the salesman from earlier would deliver the cars personally to the Majaraja’s palace in India.

Decorated Rolls Royce for Majaraja

The salesman quickly became the envy of all the other salesmen of the showroom. However, his bubble was burst when he got to the palace in India. After the cars were delivered to the front of the palace, the salesman proudly stood in the front to receive the Majaraja of Alwar. The Majaraja then walked out and nodded to his assistant, commanding that these new Rolls Royce cars were now to be used for –you guessed it– collecting trash around the city.

The salesman was humiliated, and when word got back to Rolls Royce about the incident the company banned the Majaraja and his family from further purchasing more Rolls Royce’s. But it was too late, as the Majaraja of Alwar had already gotten his revenge.


So there you have it, ‘The Revenge Of The Indian King’ is actually based on a true story. I would have liked to see the look on the salesman’s face when he realized that the Majaraja was going to use all those Rolls Royce’s for garbage duty.

One thing is for sure, he learned that it’s not a good idea to judge a book by it’s cover!

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The True Urban Legend Of Charlie No-Face (AKA The Green Man)

Real Picture Of Charlie No-Face With TeenagersUrban legends have a certain way about them.

The person telling you the story usually heard it from their best friend… who had a babysitter whose boyfriend “saw” it happen.

Or from their nextdoor neighbor’s second cousin, who once lived in the town where it all started. Know what I mean?

The person assures you this urban legend is “definitely true”. Then they go into a story about some character with the head of a man and the body of a moth who steals children after midnight.

Yeah, right.

But the funny thing is, some urban legends actually are true. And they’re usually the ones you least expect. Take this urban legend from back in the 50’s for example about a man with no face…


True Story Charlie No-Face ChildhoodIn western Pennsylvania the story is told of Charlie No-Face. It is said that as a boy Charlie climbed a high electric pole to try and see into a bird’s nest.

Instead of getting a view of the nest, he got tangled up in the lines and was electrocuted. And when he fell back to the ground things were never the same for him.

When his friends ran up to him they immediately started screaming. Lying in front of them was their friend …but his face was melted beyond recognition. He had lost his eyes, nose, mouth, an ear, and even one of his arms.

Not only was his face mangled, but his skin had turned an eerie green color.

Charlie had a tenacious spirit, and was able to survive his massive injuries. He was lucky to be alive, he knew that, but as the years went on this new life became more and more difficult to bear. You see, every time he even tried to step out in public people would scream bloody murder and some would even faint.

So he took to hiding out in abandoned houses. He got what food he could from the land and walked along a quiet stretch of highway each night. He just wanted to be normal, he just wanted to feel what it was like to be able to walk openly, without the screaming.

Urban Legend Highway Charlie No-Face

Which particular stretch of highway he was said to walk depended on the version of the story being told. Teenagers from all over would hear these stories and cruise the highways after dark, in hopes of meeting up with Charlie No-Face.

Some claimed they had talked to Charlie or even had pictures of him. But no one could be sure who was telling the truth and who was just trying to look cool. Still, the rumors and urban legends went on year after year.

It wasn’t until after his death that “Charlie” would become known as a real person to the general public.


Yes, he was real. And his story is incredible.

In the summer of 1919 a boy named Ray Robinson was walking home with his friends. It had been a great afternoon of swimming, and they were all smiles as they strolled along and joked with each other.

Wallace Run Bridge Charlie No-Face Accident

To get home they had to cross The Wallace Run Bridge, a giant structure where trolleys would cross the river. To power the trolleys, the bridge had transmission lines carrying 22,000 volts of electricity running all along it.

While walking on the bridge Ray and his friends saw a bird’s nest up high. They dared each other to see who would be brave enough to climb up there and count how many birds were inside.

Ray was the only boy to follow through on the dare. His friends peered up into the bright sky as he confidently climbed the bridge structure.

But moments later his body connected with one of the lines running across the bridge. His little body absorbed an insane amount of electricity and he fell to the ground.

When his friends got to him he did not look like the Ray Robinson they knew… in fact he did not look like any human being they’d ever seen before.


“Morado Lad, 8, Shocked By Live Wire, Will Die”
-Newspaper Headline about Ray Robinson

Newspaper Article Charlie No-Face Ray RobinsonRay Robinson was not expected to live. In fact, it seemed to be a miracle that the boy hadn’t died on the spot.

His face had been …melted… by the high voltage. His eyes were completely gone and so was his nose. His mouth and his ears were barely there at all. And his left arm had been completely melted off below his elbow.

The doctors said that there was no way he would live. Yet he did. They said there was no way he could survive outside of the hospital, but he was able to leave within a couple weeks.

But living out the rest of his life was going to be the big problem. It was the fifties and there wasn’t any help for children with his level of injuries, so Ray retreated into the protection of his family.

He usually stayed on his family property, doing crafts or talking with his family Real Picture Charlie No-Face aka Green Manmembers. He would sit and listen to the radio for hours, getting some sense of connection to the outside world.

Sometimes he would even hike in the secluded woods behind his family home, using a stick to guide himself.

But as he grew older these few things were no longer enough for him.


People driving through from out of town would pull up in front of local gas stations or shops. They parked parked haphazardly and ran into the building yelling for help. They screamed that they had seen a monster walking along the highway.

The locals knew it was no monster. They knew it was simply Ray Robinson out for a walk again.

Ray was now a full grown man and had spent most of his life in a routine that had become suffocating. Throughout the years he had kept up a good attitude about everything. After all, he was lucky to be alive. But, this “life”…was it even like any other human’s life on earth?

Charlie No-Face Walking Path Route 351

One day he decided to do something different. Something new. He decided to walk the roads after dark. Specifically the roads on Route 351. He got his walking stick and left, and didn’t come home until the sun began to rise.

And the next night and the night after that.

His family hated these outings, but they couldn’t stop him. He wanted freedom.

This is how the urban legend of Charlie No-Face and The Green Man began. It was during this time that local teenagers (who were out doing their own kind of freedom seeking) would be cruising Route 351 and see Ray Robinson walking along.

Then teenagers started to go cruising in the area specifically to try to catch a glimpse of Ray. Some began to bring cigarettes and beer as offerings to him, a way to get him to want to talk to them for a while.

True Picture Of Charlie No-Face Teenagers

The stories began to spread like wildfire and soon teenagers from far and wide began to make the pilgrimage to the area, to try and see ‘Charlie No-Face’.

Each version of the story gave a slightly different location where you would be likely to spot him. There were also different instructions as to what his favorite brands of cigarettes and beer were. Many versions of the story for some reason said that he had green skin, which gave him another nickname, The Green Man.

Ray wouldn’t always choose to stop and talk to the people who called out to him from their cars, and sometimes he’d even walk into the treeline to hide. But it seems that most nights he wanted the company and would stop to share some beers and chat.

As the years went on and one generation turned into another, Ray and the urban legend of Charlie No-Face became part of the culture. Parents would tell their children stories about him and then when those children became teenagers they would seek him out.

A newspaper article even talked about how soldiers fighting in Vietnam would write back and ask how Ray was doing. The soldiers said they were praying for his safety from across the world.

And all the while Ray kept doing his nightly walks. It seems like he found a little bit of freedom in them.


Ray kept up these nightly walks right up until he was in his seventies and had to move into a nursing home.

For me it’s incredible to think about all those miles he walked in blindness.

All the days and years, sometimes completely alone in the night air. Sometimes with only the company of jeering, immature comments shouted out of passing cars. And sometimes in the company of teenagers, who in a strange way were seeking the same kinds of things he was. They all were looking for a sense of freedom, an experience of life, and to test their limits.

True Life Story Of Ray T Robinson

I hope that he was able to find some kind of peace on his nightly walks. It may have been an imperfect sort of peace but at least it was something.

And as far as the urban legend of Charlie No-Face, well that still lives on. To this very day teenagers go cruising around roads in the area. They follow the instructions of the particular urban legend they’ve heard from a friend of a friend whose uncle “saw” it all first hand.

They drive around on the off chance that they might get to see “Charlie No-Face”, and experience a true urban legend.