A friend of mine has a 10-year-old son from whom I learned a great lesson recently. This is a remarkable lad for he is eternally optimistic, and endlessly grateful for all of life's blessings. His attitude bewilders his parents who though confused are still most grateful for the boys outlook. To test their sons optimism this Christmas past, the father promised him a pony. Like any 10-year-old, the child was delighted. They live on an acreage where such a gift was not out of the question. On Christmas Eve, after the youngster had gone to bed to await the arrival of his wondrous gift, the father carefully gift wrapped an old rusty horseshoe, attached the lads name to it and put it under the tree. In the wee hours of the morning, long before daybreak, the little lad crept downstairs to see what was under the tree. He opened one gift. It was the horseshoe. He rushed up to his dad, shook him into wakefulness and said: "hey dad, I GOT MY PONY, but he must have got away!" I wish I could tell you the lads name because with his great store of optimism, he's bound to make a great success of his life. And, oh yes, don't be too hard on the father. There WAS a pony tethered out in their modest barn.
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