Six dollar trophy

Met a gentleman a few days ago with the hobby (passion) of tractor pulling competition.  He summarized his devotion to this endeavor with "It is amazing what you will do for a $6 trophy".  He was referring mostly to the money spent, but could just as easily been alluding to the time spent. Just think about the extent to which we go and things we do for the approval or adoration of others.  A good part of our lives our spent in pursuit of that "$6 dollar trophy".

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