Greg used to be a whirligig of activity. He made law partner at 29, played racquetball, traveled, danced, played the bongos. He hated wasting time.
One day he tried to get out of bed and could not move. His body had broken down overnight. He knew his mind would follow if he didn't change his life.
Greg called in sick for the first time ever. He needed to think things through. When he finally managed to get dressed, he decided to go for a walk in a nearby park he had never visited. By the entrance, two men sat on a bench looking incredibly relaxed. He'd often seen these fellows at that spot when he stopped for a red light on his way to work.
He introduced himself. The men responded in kind--Joe and Keith. Greg asked how they could look like they hadn't a care in the world. They smiled at each other.
"Some years ago, when pet rabbits were all the rage, we invested in ferrets," Joe said. "Not as cuddly. In fact, quite vicious when annoyed."
"We created a start up called Ferret Guard," Keith added. "Pushed it as security for kids. Cheaper than an attack dog. Parents ate it up. Ferrets On A Leash exploded. Within a year we sold the company to Oracle for a fortune. Now we just sit here and enjoy the day."
Greg took a deep breath. "Wow. Can you give me a hint? What's the next big thing?"
"Hell, we'll just tell you. Hunting lawyers. We bought a large tract of unused land. People hate lawyers and love to hunt. It screams reality show," Joe said. "How much can you invest?"
"Actually," Greg said, "I'm a lawyer."
Keith shrugged.
"How fast can you run?"
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