Jesse had planned to go to the restaurant near his job for quite some time. His friends spoke highly of it, and some were weekly visitors. He wanted to see for himself, but constantly put it off. And now he was on his way.

Upon his arrival, Jesse met the Maitre'd. He noticed the bald man give him a strange look, but he did not say anything.

"Table for one," Jesse said, looking into the crowded room of well-dressed people.

The Maitre'd looked Jesse up and down, taking note of the blonde's dirty, red shirt, wrinkled jeans, and worn-out, white sneakers.

"Sorry, sir, but we're all booked."

"Booked?" Disappointment was obvious in Jesse's voice. "I planned for weeks to come to this restaurant."

"You have a reservation?"

"No, I don't have a reservation!" Jesse did not like the tone of this man's voice. "I didn't think I'd need to make one just for one person."

"Well, I'm sorry, but we cannot make a table for one customer. And even if we could, your attire does not fit our dress code."

"What's wrong with my clothes?!" Jesse snapped.

The Maitre'd looked back and saw a couple of guests staring at them.

"Would you mind keeping your voice down?" he requested calmly while gesturing with his hands. "And, to answer your question, this is a respectable, black-tie restaurant. No sneakers, no jeans."

"I don't believe this! There's a table right there, by a window!"

"That table has already been reserved..." he looked over his shoulder, "by a party of seven."

With a frustrated sigh, Jesse turned around and stormed out of the restaurant.

The moral of the story is, the more actions you take, the better your results will be. If you don't take action, you get no results. Unsuccessful people just talk about what they want their future to hold, but don't take the necessary steps to reach their goals. Then they get mad at the Higher Power and those who did what they had to do. Successful people take action, and therefore, earned the prize for doing so.