Meet Miss Whiplash
We've had floods, fires and pestilence. The heavens dropped a foot of snow on us while the previous day it was 90 degrees. The future of our democracy balanced on the head of a five foot tall, 87 year old woman and since her death it has tilted toward an obese reality TV host who thinks only people less rich than him are effected by pestilence (oops). Well, even though I can't go out trick or treating there is only one costume I want this Halloween, Miss Whiplash. Allow me to share a little story with you that keeps me from going off the deep end. There was an old man who had worked his fields for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news his neighbors came to visit. "Such bad luck" they said. "We'll see," the farmer said. The next morning his horse returned bringing with it three wild horses. "How wonderful," said his neighbors. "We'll see," replied the farmer. The following day the farmer's son tried to ride one of the wild horse, was thrown and broke his leg. Again, the neighbors offered their sympathy for his misfortune. "We'll see," answered the farmer. The day after, military men came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing the boy's broken leg they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out. "We'll see," said the farmer. Hang in there and keep smiling.