Friday, February 12, 2021
Look for the Pony
My dad was the eternal optimist.
One of his favorite stories was about two brothers - a pessimist and an optimist - who were tasked with cleaning up a huge pile of horse manure. As the pessimist whined and complained about the work and the mess, the other brother just started digging through the pile. When the first brother asked what he was doing, the optimist looked up to say, “With all this horsesh-t around, there has to be a pony in here somewhere.”
Look for the pony, my friends. Always look for the pony.