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The Profit from Losing Money [38]
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TRUE PROFIT
A small, empty pouch sits on my desk. Every now and then, I glance in its direction and smile. Ironically, its emptiness fulfills me. The pouch inspires me to see the positive in every aspect of my life, starting with my experience at a flea market fair.
On a Saturday morning last summer, a flyer came in the mail that read: "New Jersey Flea Market Fair - Sell your items and earn money. No registration needed!" I have always wanted to contribute to my single-income family because I saw how far a dollar went toward bare essentials as well as my sister's scoliosis therapy costs. So, I seized this opportunity and started to gather items I could sell.
On the day of the fair, I felt my heart thumping, tinged with a hint of anticipation as I prepared my stand. Before I knew it, my first customer approached. A lady went through my items and decided to buy one of my dresses. Receiving my first earnings, I beamed; the couple of dollars I earned felt like millions.
Inviting buyers to look at my stand, I sold item after item. My pouch was brimming with money. "Success!" I thought. As the sun began to set and the rush of buyers slowed down, a manager walked toward me. I assumed that she was going to look through my items too but instead she said, "Please pay the stand fee."
What? A stand fee? I was stunned into silence. Handing over the hefty payment, I realized my dream to help purchase a scoliosis brace for my sister was dashed. I suddenly felt empty, like I had finished a movie with an abrupt ending.
Before disappointment could fully settle in, from far away, I caught sight of the small boy walking with my old box of marbles. I could still see his excitement as he swung the box back and forth. His joy reminded me of the lady who found comfort from my red sweater, the teenage girl who adored my sneakers, and the conversation I had with the old man who was thrilled to find picture frames for his granddaughter. As I looked back at my empty pouch, I could not help but smile. Although I had failed to contribute to my family's expenses, I realized that I was able to contribute to a larger family: my community.
So my empty pouch remains on my desk. Looking at it, I am reminded that there is something good in every day; it just needs to be discovered. Just as pearls form in oysters because of irritations, so I now notice positive opportunities that might potentially be hidden in failures. As a takeaway from the fair, when I find myself in positions that are less than ideal, I veer toward a positive attitude and do not let failures bring me down. Internalizing this principle drove me to look at situations from different perspectives. In retrospect, I am glad that I was not aware of the stand fee. Otherwise, how else would I have made a big profit?