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How Noah Came to Build His Boat and Why You Should Build Yours Too: a Tale About Entrepreneurship

"We have sown and we have harvested, but without rainfall in the spring, there was not much to reap this year," lamented Noah as he sat down in front of the fire. Sarah stared at her husband, but did not say anything. It was not the best moment to tell Noah that she was expecting a baby, their first.

"Come and sit down by me, Sarah," went on Noah in a grave voice. "There is something I want to tell you." Sarah did what her husband asked from her and looked at him, trying not to show her alarm. During their years together, they had often gone through difficult times, but she had never heard Noah sound so desperate, so defeated.

Noah reflected for a long moment and then he shook his head. His words came out slowly, reluctantly. "I've had a vision, Sarah. God has talked to me." Sarah bit her lip and waited, since she knew what was coming. She did not believe in God herself, but she had always respected Noah's strong religiosity.

"Friends and neighbours are already going hungry," continued Noah, "and after paying taxes, we will have nothing left ourselves. If we just wait and hope, we might not make it through the winter." Sarah turned her eyes to the fire, searching her mind for words of encouragement to say to her husband, but she found none.

Suddenly, Noah's voice changed and his tone became determined, pressing. "God has told me that we must move. I am to sell our farm for whatever price I can get and use the money to build a boat, a large one." He was interrupted by Sarah's surprised reaction. "A boat? What do you want to do with a boat? You know nothing about fishing."

"There are wide fertile fields down the river, Sarah, I have seen them in my dream. God has told me that we can start a new farm there, a new life. I am to purchase a pair of goats, a pair of chicken, and a pair of sheep, male and female, and take them with us in the boat."

From all the nonsensical projects that Sarah had heard from her husband night after night, year after year, this was by far the most daring and, at the same time, the most insane. From their first encounter, Sarah had loved Noah because he was an entrepreneur. Unfortunately, as it had turned out, a crazy one.

A pair of goats on a boat, what lunacy, thought Sarah, taking in a deep breath. Once again, it was up to her to put some sense into Noah's mind. "Only a pair of each is too risky," she objected firmly, "we should take a least two pairs of each sort, male and female."

It was the first time that Sarah had expressed support for any of Noah's high-risk ideas and he was so taken aback, that it took him a while to reply. "What if I am wrong, Sarah? What if we lose everything we have?"

Sarah contemplated the reflection of the flames in Noah's eyes. The project was too risky and she could not afford any doubts. She had to ask the question. She had to be certain that Noah was not lying to her. "Did you really have a vision, Noah? Did God tell you what to do?"

Her heart ached when she saw the pain in Noah's eyes, when she saw him lower his head. "I am not sure if it was God, Sarah," his voice was barely audible now, "but I know that my vision is true." There was a silence, but it was short, just long enough for Sarah to lay her hands on Noah's. "Then, we'll build the boat," she said.

JOHN VESPASIAN has lived in New York, Madrid, Paris, and Munich. His stories reflect the values of entrepreneurship, tolerance, and self-reliance. See John Vespasian's blog for upbeat ideas, views, and stories.

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A worthy bride for Jacob: a tale of entrepreneurship and opportunity

"You should leave the village and never look back," Isaac advised his son Jacob. "This place is too small, the mentality of the people here too narrow. If you stay, you will never be able to realize your ambitions."

Isaac blessed Jacob and, standing in front of the house, he watched Jacob walk away under the sun until Jacob's shadow merged with the horizon. Seven days later, Jacob arrived at Paddan Aram, a nearby town, and began to look for a job.

When Jacob heard that, Laban, a wealthy farmer with two daughters, was looking for a shepherd to take care of his sheep, he found out where Laban's house was, and went there to introduce himself.

"If I hire you, will you double the number of my sheep within a year?" asked Laban full of suspicion. Jacob nodded. "Yes, but any additional sheep born beyond that number will be mine." Jacob's answer pleased Laban, but did not fully eliminate his misgivings.

"But if I hire you," the wealthy farmer insisted, "will you watch my sheep every hour, day and night, never letting them out of your eyes?" Jacob nodded again and, this time, Laban accepted to hire him as a shepherd.

A year later, Jacob returned to Laban's house and asked to see the farmer. "Your flock has doubled in size and, in addition, it has produced seventy-seven sheep, which are mine," explained Jacob. "As of today, I will be working only for myself." Laban was pleased with his own gain, but unhappy to see that Jacob had accumulated such a substantial profit for himself.

"Now that you are a wealthy shepherd, it is not time for you to take a wife?" suggested Laban. "My daughter Lea is the most beautiful young woman in Paddan Aram. If you wish, you can have her in exchange for your seventy-seven sheep."

Jacob laughed at the proposal and shook firmly his head. "No woman is worth seventy-seven sheep," he replied without hesitation. "Besides, I have never met your daughter." Laban said that this could be arranged right away and sent a servant to bring Lea to his presence.

When Lea arrived, Jacob had to admit that he had never seen such a beautiful young woman. Lea's delicate white hands and perfect teeth contrasted with her long black hair. Her voice was soft and her perfume sweet, although her eyes were as cold as her jewellery. Jacob hesitated. "But if I give you my seventy-seven sheep," he said to Laban, "then I will have nothing left for myself."

At that moment, Laban's youngest daughter, Rachel, entered the room. She stood still in front of her father, turned to Jacob, and examined him from top to bottom. "Your clothes are torn, your sandals broken, and your beard is a mess," she remarked with a smile. "No wonder that you need a wife."

Jacob's face became red but, as he heard Laban admonish Rachel for her foolish words, he could not turn his eyes away from her. Rachel's traits were regular, her tunic simple, and her figure unremarkable. On the other hand, reflected Jacob, Rachel's eyes and smile were as warm as fresh milk from a sheep in a winter morning.

"Take Lea as wife," insisted Laban. "To make up for Rachel's silly words, I will let you have Lea in exchange for only seventy sheep." Jacob made a quick calculation in his head. Laban's new offer meant that Jacob would be left with seven sheep. Would he be able to survive on such a meagre flock?

While Jacob was still pondering Laban's new proposal, Rachel broke into laughter. "What a fool you are, shepherd! Before you know, you will have to sell your own clothes to pay for my sister's oils and perfumes."

Rachel's words made Laban so angry that he called in a servant and instructed him to take Rachel away. "Wait," said Jacob concerned. "Is that true?" Laban reassured Jacob that Rachel's words were pure nonsense, but that, in order to make up for any inconvenience, he was ready to let Jacob have Lea as wife in exchange for only seven sheep.

Undecided, Jacob contemplated Lea's delicate white hands, perfect teeth, and beautiful hair. "What a fool you are, shepherd," repeated Rachel, this time in a low voice. Suddenly, Jacob turned to Laban and pointed his finger at Rachel. "And for this one, Laban," he inquired, "how many sheep are you asking for in exchange for this one?"

Laban was taken aback by the question, since no one had ever asked him to have his daughter Rachel as wife. He reflected for a long moment and shook his head. "That one," he replied reluctantly, "that one, you can have for free." Then Jacob looked at Rachel, Rachel looked at Jacob and, shortly after, the two became one.

JOHN VESPASIAN has lived in New York, Madrid, Paris, and Munich. His stories reflect the values of entrepreneurship, tolerance, and self-reliance. See John Vespasian's blog.

http://johnvespasian.blogspot.com/

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