New Year Message!!!

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Worth reading...this fish story

The Japanese have always loved fresh fish🐠 🐟🐠🐟

But the water close to Japan has not held many fish🐠🐟 for decades. 

So to feed the Japanese population, fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever. 

The further the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring the fish🐠🐟🐠🐟

If the return trip took more time, the fish 🐠🐟🐠🐟 were not fresh.

To solve this problem, fish 🐠🐟 companies installed freezers on their boats. 

They would catch the fish 🐠🐟 and freeze them at sea. 
Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer. 

However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen fish🐠🐟 and they did not like the taste of frozen fish 🐠🐟

The frozen fish🐠🐟 brought a lower price. 

So, fishing companies installed fish tanks. 

They would catch the fish 🐠🐟 and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin. 

After a little thrashing around, they were tired, dull, and lost their fresh-fish taste. 

The fishing industry faced an impending crisis! 

But today, they get fresh-tasting fish to Japan. 

How did they manage...? 

To keep the fish🐠🐟🐠 tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies still put the fish🐠🐟🐠 in the tanks but with a small shark🐋🐋


The fish🐠🐟🐠are challenged and hence are constantly on the move. 

The challenge they face keeps them alive and fresh!

Have you realized that some of us are also living in a pond but most of the time tired and dull....? 

Basically in our lives, sharks 🐋🐋 are new challenges to keep us active. 

If you are steadily conquering
challenges, you are happy. 

Your challenges keep you energized. 

Don’t create Success and revel in it in a state of inertia.

You have the resources, skills and abilities to make a difference.  

Put a shark 🐋🐋 in your tank this year and see how far you can really go....Happy new Year 2016

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