When I was a younger man, in high school in fact, I learned this lesson from my athletic trainer Mr. D. Back in those days, I drove a 1981 Pontiac Firebird. Bad car! Bad meaning good. One day, I was parked outside the gym, and my beloved would not start. I tried and tried and tried, but she would not turn over. I lifted the hood and started looking for the problem. I crawled underneath and found nothing. I was sweating profusely and growing increasingly more frustrated as the minutes ticked on. That’s when I got the tap on my shoulder from Mr. D. I suspect he was watching me for about an hour anyway.
He pulls out a No.2 Pencil and sticks it in my carburetor and starts her first try….like a champ….or, like an expert.
He laughed and said, “That’ll be 1000 bucks!” I marveled at Mr. D for a few seconds, and then asked him how he knew how to fix it. “Specialized knowledge, Son….specialized knowledge.” I knew then because he said it twice I was to remember it for the rest of my life!
So, the moral…..Was it worth $1000 for Mr. D’s specialized knowledge about fixing my car? Maybe so, especially if I had had somewhere to go, something else to do, etc. I sure didn’t know how to fix it. How often are we unwilling to pay the experts for what they “expertly” know how to do? Could I have fixed it myself? Maybe. Eventually. Maybe not. But how much is it costing to find out?