One night a small, twin engined commercial airplane was flying over
South Auckland with five people on board: the pilot, Jonah Lomu, Winston
Peters, the Dali Lama and a student. Suddenly there was an explosion and
the passenger cabin began to fill with smoke. The cockpit door opened and
the pilot burst into the compartment.
"Gentlemen, I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that we're
about to crash in South Auckland. The good news is that there are four
parachutes, and I have one of them." With that the pilot threw open the
door and jumped from the plane.
Jonah Lomu was on his feet in a flash. "Gentlemen, I am New Zealand's
greatest athlete. The country needs great athletes. I think the greatest
athlete should have a parachute.!" With these words he grabbed one of
the remaining parachutes, and hurtled through the door and into the
Winston Peters rose and said "Gentlemen, I am the country's cleverest
man. The country needs clever men. I think NZ's cleverest man should
have parachute too." He grabbed one and out he jumped.
The Dalai Lama and the student looked at one another. Finally, the Dali
Lama spoke. "My son, I have lived a satisfying life and have known the
bliss of True Enlightenment. You have your life ahead of you. You take
the parachute and I will go down with the plane." The student smiled slowly
and said "That's awesome, your holiness, but chill out. NZ's cleverest
man just jumped out wearing my backpack.