Mules Think Positive

A parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule.The mule fell into the farmer’s well. The farmer heard the mule ‘braying’- or- whatever mules do when they fall into wells.After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule, but decided that neither the mule nor the well was worth the trouble of saving.

Instead, he called his neighbors together and told them what had happened…and enlisted them to help haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put him out of his misery. Initially, the old mule was hysterical! But as the farmer and his neighbors continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back…a thought struck him.

It suddenly dawned on him that every time a shovel load of dirt landed on his back…

HE SHOULD SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP!

This he did, blow after blow.

Shake it off and step up…

shake it off and step up…

shake it off and step up!

He repeated to encourage himself. No matter how painful the blows, or distressing the situation seemed the old mule fought panic and just kept right on

SHAKING IT OFF AND STEPPING UP!

You’re right!

It wasn’t long before the old mule, battered and exhausted,

STEPPED TRIUMPHANTLY OVER THE WALL OF THAT WELL!

What seemed like would bury him, actually blessed him…
all because of the manner in which he handled his adversity.
That’s Life!
If we face our problems and respond to them positively,
and refuse to give in to panic, bitterness, or self-pity…

THE ADVERSITIES THAT COME ALONG TO BURY US USUALLY
HAVE WITHIN THEM THE POTENTIAL TO BENEFIT AND BLESS US!

So better to be like a mule. My father used to say me donkey every now and then. Now he doesn’t say that to me. Else I would have been proud that I’m donkey. Donkeys and mules are almost same.

Think Nonsense….

Someone to Understand

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about Nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he Felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the Eyes of a little boy.
Mister,” he said, “I want to buy one of your puppies.”
“Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, “these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.”
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. “I’ve got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?”
“Sure,” said the farmer.
And with that he let out a whistle,”Here,Dolly!” he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

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