Wednesday, April 8, 2009

RADD

Sometimes I feel as if I suffer from some sort of “Reading ADD.” I’ll call it RADD. I’m not sure that’s an actual condition, but if it is, Usher might tell me, “You’ve got it bad.” Thanks Usher, I know. I literally have about 25 books, all on different subjects, stacked by my bed. I’m often more drawn to short stories, magazine articles, and blogs because of their ability to give me information in a short time span and then I can be on my way. Recently though, my RADD led me to one of my favorite fables. It left plenty of food for thought.


Here it is:



A farmer had only one horse. One day, his horse ran away.

All the neighbors came by saying, “I’m so sorry. This is such bad news. You must be so upset.” The man just said, “We’ll see.”

A few days later, his horse came back with twenty wild horses. The man and his son corraled all 21 horses.

All the neighbors came by saying, “Congratulations! This is such good news. You must be so happy!” The man just said, “We’ll see.”

One of the wild horses kicked the man’s only son, breaking both his legs.
All the neighbors came by saying, “I’m so sorry. This is such bad news. You must be so upset.” The man just said, “We’ll see.”

The country went to war, and every able-bodied young man was drafted to fight. The war was terrible and killed every young man, but the farmer’s son was spared, since his broken legs prevented him from being drafted.

All the neighbors came by saying, “Congratulations! This is such good news. You must be so happy!” The man just said, “We’ll see.”

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