The Little Voice

A guy gets home from work one night and hears a little voice. The little voice tells him, “Quit your job, sell your house, take your money, go to Vegas.” The man is disturbed at what he hears and ignores the little voice.

The next day, when he gets home from work, the same thing happens. The little voice tells him, “Quit your job, sell your house, take your money, go to Vegas.” Again, the man ignores the little voice, though he is very troubled by the event.

Every day, day after day, the man hears the same little voice when he gets home from work, “Quit your job, sell your house, take your money, go to Vegas.” Each time the man hears the little voice he becomes increasingly upset. Finally, after two weeks, he succumbs to the pressure. He does quit his job, sells his house, takes his money and heads to Vegas.

The moment the man gets off the plane in Vegas, the little voice tells him, “Go to Bellagio.” So, he hops in a cab and rushes over to Bellagio.

As soon as he sets foot in the casino, the little voice tells him, “Go to the roulette table.” The man does as he is told. When he gets to the roulette table, the little voice tells him, “Put all your money on Number 17.”

Nervously, the man exchanges all his money for chips and then puts them all on 17.

The dealer wishes the man good luck and spins the roulette wheel. Around and around the ball caroms. The man anxiously watches the ball as it slowly loses speed until finally it settles into number… 21.

After a minute or more of stunned silence in which the croupier pulls in all the losing chips the man eventually hears the little voice say:





  1. …then, of a sudden, suddenly, in a quick-like fashion, and almost imperceptibly, and nearly unnoticeably, the end of the world came, caught up in glee, the man who put all his money on 17, was caught up to heaven, eternally. Yippee!!!

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  2. oops indeed! I am not a gambler, but the very few times I stepped inside a casino, I decided in advance what the evening was worth to me, put those chips in one pocket and put any winnings in another. When my first pocket was empty I could then decide to play with my winnings or walk away. If I decided to stay and play, when my pocket was empty I walked away. Dejectedly.

    Like I said, I’m not a gambler – at least not a gambler on games of chance. As a kid, I even got nervous spending play money in Monopoly!


  3. I like the twist to the tale Daniel – although it does mean the end of life on earth for all humanity.

    Not that that is necessarily a bad thing, it just might really tick off a lot of them. 😉



  4. Madelyn: ‘at least not on games of chance’ – like that! But Life is a gamble – we are all gamblers in one way or another and we only find out if we have won or lost when we die. My personal view is that when we do we will see that it was all just a ‘game’ and not the life or death situation we felt it to be at the (all-too-brief-in-the-scheme-of-things) time.

    That is not to say that it can not teach us all something along the way. Hopefully all of us will find some benefit for having played – unlike in the casino’s 🙂



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