WHAT DO YOU LISTEN FOR?
A Native American was walking in downtown New York City alongside a friend who was a resident of the city.
Right in the centre of Manhattan, the Native American seized his friend's arm and whispered, "Wait! I can hear a cricket."
His friend replied "Come on! A cricket? Man, this is downtown New York."
He persisted, "No, seriously, I really can hear a cricket."
"It's impossible!" the New Yorker replied
"You can't hear a cricket! There are taxis going by. horns are honkin'. People are screamin' at each other. Brakes are screeching.
Both sides of the street filled with people. Cash registers are clanging away. Subways roaring beneath us.You can't possibly hear a cricket!"
The Native American insisted, "Wait a minute!" he said and led his friend, the New Yorker along, slowly.
They stopped, and the Native American walked down to the end of the block, went across the street, looked around, cocked his head to one side, but couldn't find it.
He went across another street, and there in a large cement planter where a tree was growing, he dug into the mulch and found the cricket.
"See!" he yelled, as he held the insect high above his head.
His friend walked across the street, marvelling, "How in the world could it be that you heard a cricket in the middle of downtown busy Manhattan?"
The Native American said, "Well, my ears are different from yours. It simply depends on what you're listening to. Here, let me show you."
And he reached in his pocket and pulled out a handful of change--a couple of quarters, three or four nickels, and some dimes and pennies. Then he said, "Now watch."
He held the coins waist high and dropped them to the sidewalk.
Every head within a block turned around and looked in the direction of the Native American.