Audiobook - A MESSAGE TO GARCIA by Elbert Hubbard
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a message to Garcia by Elbert Hubbard, narrated by Daniel Guiana Scully and all this Cuban business there is one man stands out on the horizon of my memory. Like Mars at Perihelion. When war broke out between Spain and the United States, it was very necessary to communicate quickly with the leader of the insurgents. Garcia was somewhere in the mountain. Fastness is of Cuba. No one knew where no male or telegraph could reach him. The president must secure his cooperation and quickly what to do, someone said to the president. There's a fellow by the name of Rohan will find Garcia for you if anybody can. Rohan was sent for and given a letter to be delivered to Garcia. How the fellow by the name of Rohan took the letter, sealed it up in an oil skin pouch, strapped it over his heart in four days, landed by night off the coast of Cuba from an open boat, disappeared into the jungle and in three weeks came out on the other side of the island. Having traversed a hostile country on foot and having delivered his letter to Garcia are things I have no special desire now, to tell entail. The point I wish to make is this. McKinley gave row in a letter to be delivered to Garcia. Rohan took the letter and did not ask where's yet. By the eternal, there is a man whose form should be cast in deathless bronze and the statue placed in every college in the land. It is not book learning young men need nor instruction about this or that, but a stiffening of the vertebrae, which will cause them to be loyal to a trust, to act promptly, concentrate their energies, do the thing. Carry a message to Garcia. General Garcia is dead now, but there are other Garcia's no man who has endeavoured to carry out an enterprise where many hands were needed but has been well nigh, appalled at times by the in facility of the average man the inability or unwillingness to concentrate on a thing and do it. Slipshod assistance, foolish inattention, dowdy indifference and half hearted work seemed the rule, and no man succeeds unless by hook or crook or threats, he forces or bribes other men to assist him or may have God in his goodness, performs a miracle and sends him an angel of light for an assistant. You reader, put this matter to a test. You are sitting now in your office. Six clerks are within your call someone, anyone and make this request. Please look in the encyclopedia and make a brief memorandum for me concerning the life of Correggio. Well, the clerk quietly say yes, sir. And go do the task on your life. He will not. He will look at you out of a fishy I and asked one or more of the following questions. Who was he? Which encyclopedia? Where is the encyclopedia? Was I hired for that? Don't you mean Bismarck? What's the matter with Charlie doing it? Is he dead? Is there any hurry, Kent, I bring you the book and let you look it up yourself. What do you want to know for? And I will lay you 10 to 1 that after you have answered the questions and explained how to find the information and why you want it, the clerk will go off and get one of the other clerks to help him find Garcia and then come back and tell you there is no such man. Of course I may lose my bet. But according to the law of average, I will not. No, If you are wise, you will not bother to explain to your assistant that Correggio is indexed under the seas. Not in the case, but you will smile sweetly and say, Never mind and go look it up yourself and this incapacity for independent action, this moral stupidity, this infirmity of the will, this unwillingness to cheerfully catch hold and lift are the things that put pure socialism so far into the future. If men will not act for themselves, what will they do when the benefit of their effort is for all the first mate with Knotted Club seems necessary, and the dread of getting the bounds Saturday night holds many a worker in his place advertised for a stenographer and nine times out of 10 who apply can either spell nor punctuate and do not think it necessary to in such a one. Write a letter to Garcia. You see that bookkeeper said the foreman to me in a large factory? Yes. What about him? Well, he's a fine accountant, but if I send him to town on an errand, you might accomplish the errand, all right, and on the other hand, might stop it. Four saloons on the way, and when he got the main street would forget what he had been sent for. Can such a man be entrusted to carry a message to Garcia? We have recently been hearing much model and sympathy expressed for the downtrodden denizen of the sweatshop and the homeless wanderer searching for honest employment and with it all often go many hard words for the men in power. Nothing is said about the employer who grows old before his time in a vain attempt to get Frau Z near do wells to do intelligent work and his long patients striving with help that does nothing but loaf. When his back is turned in every store and factory, there is a constant weeding out process going on. The employer is constantly sending away help that have shown their incapacity to further the interests of the business, and others are being taken on. No matter how good times are. This sorting continues Onley. If times are hard and work is scarce, the sorting has done finder, but out and forever out the incompetent and unworthy go. It is the survival of the fittest. Self interest prompts every employer to keep the best. Those who can carry a message to Garcia. I know one man of really brilliant parts who has not the ability to manage a business of his own, and yet who is absolutely worthless to anyone else because he carries with him constantly the insane suspicion that his employer is oppressing or intending to oppress him. You cannot give orders, and he will not receive them. Should a message be given him to take to Garcia, His answer would probably be taking yourself tonight. This man walks the street looking for work, the wind whistling through his threadbare coat. No one who knows him they're employed him for He is a regular firebrand of discontent. He's impervious to reason, and the only thing that can impress him is the toe of a fix. Sold Number nine boot. Of course, I know that one so morally deformed is no less to be pitied than a physical cripple, but in your pitying let us drop it here to for the men or striving to carry on a great enterprise who's working hours are not limited by the whistle whose hair is fast turning white through the struggle to hold the line in Dowty indifference, slipshod and facility, and the heartless ingratitude which, but for their enterprise would be both hungry and homeless. Have I put the matter to strongly? Possibly I have. But when all the world has gone a slumming, I wish to speak a word of sympathy for the men who succeeds the man who, against Grey Dots has directed the efforts of others and, having succeeded, finds there's nothing in it nothing but bare board and clothes. I have carried a dinner pail and worked for a day's wages, and I have also been an employer of labour, and I know there is something to be said on both sides. There is no excellence per se in poverty, rags or no recommendation, and all employers are not rapacious and high handed any more than all poor men are virtuous. My heart goes out to the man who does his work when the boss is away, as well as when he is home and the men who, when given a letter for Garcia, quietly takes the missive without asking any idiotic questions. And with no lurking intention of chucking it into the nearest sewer or of doing aught else but deliver it never gets laid off, nor has to go on strike for higher wages. Civilization is one long, anxious search for just such individuals. Anything such a man asks will be granted. His kind is so rare that no employer can afford to let him go. He is wanted in every city, town and village, in every office, shop, store and factory. The world cries out for such. He is needed and needed badly. The man who can carry a message to Garcia. This concludes A message to Garcia By Elbert Hubbard Production Copyright 2015 by Daniel Guiana Scully All rights reserved.