I would like to relate a nice little parable.
Once upon a time,
there was a carpenter. You don't think a carpenter can make money, eh? No? You're wrong. This one did well because he was a builder of safes. There was a banker once... who decided he must have his iron safe disguised... to look like a wood cabinet. To get it made... the banker goes to our carpenter for the job, and one day... as destiny has it... the carpenter's in El Paso. He happens to walk into the bank there, and what does he find? The cabinet. Since he'd worked on the cabinet, he spotted it right away. From that day on, he couldn't work anymore. Pity, because... there was something he had to do. There was this crazy idea. And it stayed. And it stayed... to put his hands on the money inside. Get in there and grab all the money. Sure, you think that carpenter was lucky the way things work out... that he was lucky to go in just that bank. It wasn't true. His good fortune stopped that day. Because later... as a prisoner... he ran into me. The carpenter told me the story, and I tell you. The money isn't in the safe. It's right in this!