Just A Thought...

This is a story my dad told me a long time ago. I blogged it once before on MySpace, but I think it bears repeating.

There's this little Bluebird and he and all his little Bluebird buddies are starting to talk about going south for the winter. They are talking about how much warmer it is down south, etc. etc. Well, the one Bluebird is pretty sure he doesn't want to go. Too far to fly, winter can't be that bad, I'll just tough it out here he thinks to himself.

So all of his little buddies fly off south for the winter and leave him alone. Well, about December when it's freezing outside, the little Bluebird is really starting to regret his decision not to fly south for the winter. About that time, he becomes so frozen that he falls out of his tree. He's lying there on the ground thinking to himself that this must be the end. He's going to freeze to death, all alone. He's thinking of his buddies and how much he is going to miss them, when all of the sudden a cow wanders by and shits on him. With cow shit being fairly warm, the little Bluebird starts to warm up and feel a little bit better. He starts feeling so good and so optimistic that he starts chirpping and singing from under that pile of cow shit to let the world know that he's there, and he's going to be OK. About that time a fox wanders by, hears the chirpping and singing and digs the little Bluebird out and eats him.

The moral of the story: Not everyone that shits on you is your enemy and not everyone that digs you out of the shit is your friend.