Ponys

Ever sense i was a little girl my dad has told me a story. Its a werid story, just like my dad is at times, but it has helped me more than he will ever know, and in more ways than i thought it ever would! There were a group of scientists that were observing pestimists and optimists. They took two little girls, one an pestimist and the other an optimist. They placed the pesitmist in a giant room full of the newest and best toys! Every toy that you could imagine. They placed the optimistic girl in a room that was full of horse manure, piled up nearly to the ceiling. The scientists left the girls in the rooms for one hour, and then went back to see how each girl was doing. They first checked the pestimistic girl. The girl was in the middle of the room screaming and yelling that she wanted new toys, that the ones that she had were not good enough. Most of the toys had been smashed up against the wall and layed in peices everywhere. They took the needed notes and let the screaming girl leave. They then proceded to the little girl in the room full of manure. The Girl was digging through the manure laughing and having a wonderful time. The scientists were puzzled and asked the girl what she was doing. She looked at them and smiled saying "where ever there is manure there must be a Pony!" i realize that this story is odd, but whenever i start to get mad at life or my family and friends, my dad always looks at me and says "are you being the little girl in the room full of manure?" Now as much as i want to just glare at him when he says this, and most of the time i do. It always make me wonder which of the girls i really would be! I made it a life goal to try and be optimistic, and when i try and follow this goal and life always seems to be a little bit better.