Life is Like a Cafetaria
A friend's grandfather came to America from Eastern Europe. After being
processed at Ellis Island, he went into a cafetaria in lower Manhattan to get
something to eat. He sat down at an empty table and waited for someone to
take his order. Of course nobody did. Finally, a woman with a tray full of food
sat down opposite him and informed him how a cafetaria worked.
"Start out at that end," she said. "Just go along the line and pick out what you
want. At the other end they'll tell you how much you have to pay."
"I soon learned that's how everything works in America," the grandfather told a
friend. "Life's a cafetaria here. You can get anything you want as long as you are
willing to pay the price. You can even get success, but you'll never get it if you
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