Selling Suicide Is Easier Than Selling Salvation

[Helpful Advice] Which is easier?

This is probably going to be a dark question, but it should still give you something profound to consider.

Is it easier to prevent the suicide from killing himself or is it easier to talk him into doing it?

I'd bet it's way easier to get him to jump.

Why?

Because he's already considering to do it.

All he needs is that one last little push.

Unless he's full of shit.

Now, why'd I even ask this?

Well, I had this one memory come up a few times that simply used to be funny because it's true and it was meant to be funny (I think).

I used to be a Bubba Gump's waiter when I went to Hawaii Pacific University (yes, in Hawaii).

The money was awesome and the stories were varied and there were many.

Anyways, I remember this real dead pan bartender, Casey that used to have the driest sense of humor.

So dry, in fact, that I sometimes had a hard time figuring out when he was joking.

But, I wasn't the only one.

There were a few customers that couldn't figure him out either, but I suppose that added to his allure.

One day there was this one dude that had come in the day prior and on both occasions he got shit faced drunk.

Well, this time he was there lamenting about how miserable his life was.

He talked about his girlfriend dumping him.

His fish died.

His pet rock stopped talking to him.

On and on and on.....

Casey was just listening to this dude while doing normal bar duty stuff like cleaning glassware, wiping the bar and so forth.

I was watching this one sided interaction without anyone noticing me because the kiosk order thingy was at the bar, facing the bar tender and patrons.

It was like a movie.

Anyways, as I'm watching Casey listen to this dude lament to him, Casey seems to become really annoyed.

He starts wiping the bar and looking around, seemingly for help like "Will someone come take this ****** home."

Then, as the dude is going on about his next miserable tale, Casey kinda stops him dead in the middle of his solilequoy...

"Dude...have you ever thought about killing yourself?"

"I mean seriously...you sound so ******* miserable."

I laughed out loud so hard when I heard this, but I guess it was noisy enough and I was far enough away that none of them heard me.

I cried hard, laughing.

I couldn't believe he said that.

The dude at the bar just stopped and stared, wide eyed, at Casey like in shock.

He didn't say shit.

Casey stared back at him, mid bar wipe, frozen.

They were eyes locked for like 5 seconds and then Casey went right back to doing whatever he was doing and moments later....

"Want another beer?"

I could not ****in' believe it.

I laughed and ran to tell one of my other immature shit head waiter friends what I just witnessed and came back later to chat with Casey.

I told him what I saw and at first he didn't even acknowledge I said anything.

Nothing....

No reaction.

I laughed and finally Casey looked at me and gave me a little smirk.

It was awesome.

The dude left and the night continued, but that story was just a story until I thought about it in relation to marketing and sales.

There have been a few times that this thought came to me.

Like...you don't want to waste your time convincing people of shit.

Who's it easier to sell a bible to?

The dude that has 12 of them, already or the atheist?

Start with less hurdles in front of you and you'll make it to your goal faster.

Find your true believers.

I hope this story made sense.

Was this just a ****ed up stupid story or did you find it helpful somehow in your life?

Tell me in the comments would ya? Thanks.

Regards,

Los