Have you ever noticed how you tell people stories and then you realise that you are telling them so that you can hear them yourself? Have you noticed how the glass turns from half full to half empty overnight or even in a split second?
I often think about how fine the line is between safe, happy, secure and crying dithering wreck!
So this is a story I have found myself telling quite often recently.
A father had twin sons, the one was an optimist and the other a pessimist. On the ocassion of the boys' 10th birthday, the father decided to play a little game.
Now the pessimist brother had his heart set on a beautiful bicycle, and the optimist who was an animal lover, had been asking for his own pony.
The father filled the pessimist's room with wrapped presents, but no bicycle. He filled the optimist's room with horse manure.
On the morning of the birthday, the father first went to wish the pessimist, who was sitting in the middle of his presents, ripping paper, yelling and feeling very sorry for himself.
"Where's my bike daddy, where is my bike?"
Proceeding down the hall to wish the optimist twin a happy birthday, the father was greeted by laughing and giggling.
He opened the door and said, 'Happy birthday, son, why are you so happy?'
The son replied as he dug joyfully through the manure, 'Thanks dad, thanks dad, with all this shit there must be a pony in here somewhere!'
I often think about how fine the line is between safe, happy, secure and crying dithering wreck!
So this is a story I have found myself telling quite often recently.
A father had twin sons, the one was an optimist and the other a pessimist. On the ocassion of the boys' 10th birthday, the father decided to play a little game.
Now the pessimist brother had his heart set on a beautiful bicycle, and the optimist who was an animal lover, had been asking for his own pony.
The father filled the pessimist's room with wrapped presents, but no bicycle. He filled the optimist's room with horse manure.
On the morning of the birthday, the father first went to wish the pessimist, who was sitting in the middle of his presents, ripping paper, yelling and feeling very sorry for himself.
"Where's my bike daddy, where is my bike?"
Proceeding down the hall to wish the optimist twin a happy birthday, the father was greeted by laughing and giggling.
He opened the door and said, 'Happy birthday, son, why are you so happy?'
The son replied as he dug joyfully through the manure, 'Thanks dad, thanks dad, with all this shit there must be a pony in here somewhere!'
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