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Richard Branson, the founder of Virgin, tells us some of his experiences:

“I enjoyed working in the serial The Rebel Billionaire in the United States because I found it very amusing to put a group of young managers through several challenges, some of which were taken straight from James Bond films, though none of them was impossible. They were designed to go on reducing the group till only one person remained, the one with the strongest character and the best prepared to achieve their aims.

The final episode had a brutal twist to it. We all gathered on the terrace of my house in my private island of Necker, on the beach near the sea, for me to hand on to the winner, Shawn Nelson, the final prize, a cheque for a million dollars.

There was a snag. He could take the cheque or gamble for a bigger prize, heads or tails at the throw of a coin. If he missed, he would lose everything. I handed him the cheque. He took it, and when seeing the long line of cyphers I could see in his eyes how much that sum meant for him and for his business plans. Then I took the cheque back and put it in my back pocket. In its place I showed him a silver coin.

‘Which one do you choose? – I asked him – the coin or the cheque?’

Life is full of hard choices. What would he choose? Shawn looked bewildered. It was a huge risk. All or nothing. He asked me, ‘What would you do, Richard?’ I told him, ‘The choice is yours.’ I could have told him ‘I take risks, but only calculated risks. I measure the probabilities of all I do’, but I told him nothing. He had to decide.

The tension increased as Shawn kept pacing the terrace from one end to the other, unmindful of the idyllic view of the sea, immersed in his own struggle with himself to take a decision. To gamble was an appealing choice. He would prove himself ‘cool’. Besides, the unknown prize could be incredible. Even so I said nothing. I knew what I would do, but what would he do?

At the end he said, ‘I’m taking the cheque.’ He had a small business and could use the million dollars wisely to make it grow. He could change his life for the better and help the people who worked with him and believed in him. He chose the cheque.

I felt very glad, and while taking the cheque from my pocket and handing it over to him, I told him: ‘If you had chosen the throw of the coin, I would have lost my respect for you.’

He had made the correct choice by not gambling at something he could not control. He got the million dollars, to which we added the mysterious prize. The great prize was to become for three months the president of the more than 200 Virgin companies with their 50.000 employees. Shawn would learn much. It was a golden opportunity, and, by not risking everything at the throw of a coin, he had shown that my companies would be in good hands for those three months. He had earned the job.”

(Richard Branson, Hagámoslo, Arcopress 2008, p. 57)

Another experience from the same source:

“The first great challenge in my life came to me when I was four or five years old and our family had gone to Devon for two weeks in summer, together with two aunties and an uncle of mine. When we reached there I ran to the beach and stood there looking at the sea. I longed to go swimming, but I had not learned yet. My auntie Joyce, one of my father’s sisters, came and stood by my side while I was looking at the waves with melancholy eyes. She offered me ten shillings if I would learn to swim before the end of the holidays. She was very sharp, and she knew that already then I would take up any challenge. I took her up on her promise, feeling sure I would win.

We had a chopping sea almost every day and the waves were high; still I tried to swim for hours and hours. Day by day I would paddle away with one foot while keeping the other on the sand, I got blue with cold, I never minded the amount of water I swallowed…, but I did not learn.

‘Never mind, Ricky – my aunt Joyce told me kindly at the end – you’ll try again next year.’

I felt depressed for having lost the bet and because I was sure my auntie would forget it next year. We got into the car and started back home. It was a hot day and in the fifties the roads were very narrow, so that we were not going very fast. How would I have loved to learn swimming! How was I hating having lost!

Suddenly I looked out of the car window and I saw a river. ‘Stop the car!’ I shouted. My parents knew about the bet, and I think my father understood what I wanted, got out of the road and parked the car. ‘What’s the matter?’ he asked me turning towards me.

‘Ricky wants to try again winning the ten shillings’, said my mother. Since the holidays were not over as we had not yet reached home, the bet still stood.

I jumped out of the car and undressed fast. I ran across the field to the river. When I reached the shore I felt afraid. The river looked deep and fast, and it ran between rocks. I turned my head and saw all standing and looking at me. My mother smiled and made signs for me to go ahead. ‘You can do it, Ricky!’ she cheered me up.

His encouragement and my auntie’s promise gave me strength, and I knew it was now or never. When I reached the middle of the water, the current suck me in, I sunk to the bottom, and I swallowed water. The current pulled me down the river. I managed to breathe and to relax, I stepped on a rock and I threw myself forward. Suddenly, almost without realising it, I was swimming. I paddled in circles, but I had won the bet. In spite of the noise of the waters on the rocks and of the noise I too was making with my splashing, I could hear my family cheering me up from the shore. I came back slowly, I was exhausted, but felt very proud. I crawled back on all fours through the slime and the nettles to where aunt Joyce was standing. With a great smile she took out the ten shilling and gave them to me.

‘I knew you could do it’, said my mother while she gave me a dry towel. I have always hated failure.”

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I didn’t know this anecdote of Salvador Dali told here by Richard Branson, but it can well be true.

“The Spanish painter Dali had a unique way to savour the present moment. When life bored him, he would walk on his gardens near the sea. He would take in his hands a perfect peach, tempered by the sun. He held it in his hands to admire its golden skin. He would close his eyes, smell it, breathe deeply as its perfume would fill up his senses. Then he would just bit it once. His mouth would fill with its exquisite juice. He would savour it deliberately. Then he would throw the peach into the sea. He would said that was a perfect moment, and he was getting more out of that unique morsel than if he had gorged himself on a full basket of peaches.

A Buddhist monk speaks:

“Buddhism consists in what it calls its Three Jewels: the Buddha, his Doctrine, the Congregation of his monks. The Buddhist prayer says as follows:

Buddham sharanam gacchami;
Dhammam sharanam gacchami;
Sangham sharanam gacchami.

‘I seek refuge in the Buddha;
I seek refuge in his Doctrine;
I seek refuge in his Congregation.’

But…
The images of the Buddha do not allow us to see the Buddha.
The sermons on his doctrine do not allow us to hear his doctrine.
The monks do not allow us to find his congregation.”

(Ashin Janakabhivamsa, Autobiography, p. 192)

Only in Buddhism?