
Originally Posted by
mavsluva
To Columbus:
A boy approached his father one day to tell him about a goal that he had just established. The boy was overly excited because he saw an opportunity to do something in an attempt to impress his father more than he had ever done so in the past. The boy locates his father and tells him, "Dad, guess what?". The dad replies, "What's that son?". Their dialogue continues as follows:
Son: I'm going to run a marathon.
Father: Run a marathon?
Son: That's right!
Father: But you've never run a mile in your life!
Son: Oh don't you worry about that. You see, I've created this perfect plan and if I follow it precisely, then I will succeed.
Father: That sounds really promising, Son, but shouldn't you set your sights on something more realistic before throwing yourself out like that?
Son: No, dad. My plan is too perfect. It will not fail me.
Father: Well alright then. Good luck to you!
The boy begins to prepare for the marathon by slowly working his way up to a reasonable distance. He accomplishes his very first milestone by successfully completing 1 mile of jogging without having to walk. He continues his training for the next several months and things are materializing for him just as planned.
The day of the marathon appears and the boy is ready to go. His training was executed just as planned and there's no way that he can fail. The boy anxiously awaits the sound of the gun shot for the race to begin. The gun goes off and the race officially begins. The boy makes his way through the start line and dashes down the road that will ultimately lead him to glory.
Several hours pass by and there's no sight of the boy. The boy's dad anxiously awaits at the finish line for him, but no sign of him. The race is now 6 hours deep and there's still no sign of his son. The boy's dad begins to become overly concerned when the very last race participant crosses the finish line, yet there's still no sign of his son. His dad, in a panic attempt, rushes down the marathon path to find his son sitting on the curb with his face buried in his hands at mile number 3. The dad quickly approaches his son and their dialogue goes as follows:
Dad: Son, are you okay?
Son: No, I'm not.
Dad: What happened? Why didn't you finish the race?
Son: Because my plan failed.
Dad: Your plan failed? What exactly was your plan?
Son: Well, I trained for 26 days, each of which I completed 1 mile. I just figured that if I could run 1 mile, 26 times that the marathon would be no sweat.
Moral of the story: The numbers of his plan did add up in the end, but it didn't properly address the success of the outcome.