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you ask "do the rules get written by the winners?"
Actually it can be said that ONLY the winners write the rules.
A homeless man sat on the boardwalk. He had given up on life and was preparing to jump over the side to end it all. That is when he heard a voice, "hey you there!" the man turned to see a well-dressed man waving and running towards him. "Yes, you! Wait one moment!" The well-dressed man made his way quickly to the side of the homeless man. Out of breath, "what are you doing?"
The tattered man replied, "It is none of your business what I am doing, what do you want with me?"
"My name is William, I have been watching you most of the morning, I would like to ask you a few questions"
"Well William, why don't you leave me alone? I have no desire to talk to you or anyone right now."
"Do you have children?" asked William.
"Yes I do, one son. Why do you ask?"
"I would like to give your son 10 million dollars" replied William.
"10 million dollars?" the ragged man was now very interested in what William had to say. It was probably a bunch of bullshit but the man saw no harm in hearing old William out. "What do you mean by you want to give my son 10 million dollars?"
Catching his breath, "Exactly that, I want to give your son 10 million dollars. But of course there is a catch."
"LISTEN old man, there is no way in hell I'm sucking your dick for 10 million…"
"oh no, it is nothing like that, in fact let me explain to you what has to be done and you decide if you would like to participate." As William spoke the poor homeless man dressed in rags sat quietly and shook his head in understanding. "You see I would like to have a footrace with you. I would like to race you to the end of the boardwalk. If you beat me, I will give your son 10 million dollars."
"and if I loose?", the man asked waiting for the hook.
"If you loose, you have to promise me that you will not jump off the boardwalk and that you will not try to kill yourself for 30 days." William explained.
"Wait one minute! Who said I was trying to kill myself?"
William paused before speaking, "Well no one did. I was just trying to make it easy for you to live up to your end of the deal. How hard could it be to not jump off a boardwalk? Or to not try to kill yourself?"
"Ok old man, you got a deal."
"Excellent!" William exclaimed, "We will race from here to the end of the boardwalk, now since I am older than you I would like to have a 10 yard head start. Can you agree to that?"
"yeah, yeah sure old man. 10 yards is nothin", the younger homeless man agreed.
"Also, I think it would be fitting if you carried my knapsack on your back." said William, "you are younger than I and I do not want to leave it here during the race."
"ok, ok. Gimme the knapsack"
"I was thinking," William continued, "would you have objection to hopping on one leg during the race?"
"WHAT?!?", the homeless man was shocked, "are you crazy? One leg?"
William answered quickly, "yes one leg, I'll raise the prize to 20 million dollars. 10 for your son and 10 for you. Remember you are risking nothing."
The homeless man was not happy, but he answered, "ok old man you got a deal"
"There is one more thing," William replied, "I would like it if you wore a blindfold during the race."
"That is it old man, there is no freakin way I am gonna win if you keep making up all the rules"
"Oh my son you are so very correct," William explained, "whoever makes the rules always wins. Whether it is in life, or business or in a silly race."
