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Thursday, July 21, 2011
Poop can be your friend
I wanted to share with you a story I have picked up while working for SAE. Every year I hear it while at Leadership School and during some prep for that today, I thought I would share with y'all. I don't at all claim originality but do hope you havent heard of it before.
There was a little bird who was preparing to fly south for the winter. For whatever reason he decided to hang back and let the large crowd of migrating birds go on ahead so that he could enjoy a nice peaceful flight with no headaches or traffic jams. Well, the time came and he began his trek down south. About halfway there he realized that he may have waited way too long to start his journey, it was getting cold. Fast. Soon after this he realized that his wings were becoming frozen in the air and he wasn’t able to move them very easily. Before he knew it he was heading STRAIGHT INTO THE GROUND.
WHAM.
There he lay, with frost all around on the ground and no way to fly, he was stuck. Hope was lost. Suddenly a large female cow lumbered over to where the bird was, the bird was so depressed from his predicament he didn’t tweet or even try to move as the cow walked right over top of him. The bird then realized something…the cow was about to release some processed grass right on top of him! Before he could react a huge pile of cow shelt was pelting him all over his body. The stench was terrible. Tired, pride destroyed, and now covered in dung the bird thought he had officially reached rock bottom. About this time the bird realized something amazing, the warmth of the fresh crap was melting the ice on his wings!! Soon he would be able to fly again…if only he could get all this poop off of him.
He began to tweet and sing with all of his might, he tweeted and tweeted and tweeted until his little voice was almost gone…but the ice was almost gone too. So he gave it one last trumpet of sound and heard help approaching, he turned to find his savior. A barn cat. The cat quickly devoured the little bird.
The point of the story?
1. Not everyone who craps on you is your enemy
2. Not everyone who helps you is your friend
3. If youre perfectly happy in a pile of poo, keep your mouth shut!
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Never gets old--love that story
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