Once upon a time, there was a non-conforming sparrow that decided not to fly south for the winter.
However, soon the weather turned so cold that he reluctantly started to fly south. In a short time during his flight, ice began to form on his wings and he fell to earth in a farmyard, almost frozen and dying.
A cow passed by and crapped on the little sparrow. The sparrow thought it was the end, but the manure warmed him and defrosted his wings.
Warm and happy, able to breathe, he stuck out his head and started to sing. Just then a large cat came by, and hearing the chirping, investigated the sounds.
The cat delicately cleared away the manure, found the chirping bird, pulled him out and unceremoniously devoured him!
The moral of the story:
1. Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy.
2. Everyone who gets you out of the shit is not necessarily your friend.
3. And, if you’re warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut!
I chanced upon this story among the posts of a friend and it really stuck. I knew I have heard this story before so I did a little research.
Its origins traces its worth back to the Siberian Gulag, apparently a favorite anecdote among the prisoners. From Czechoslovakia, Prague and Warsaw, the link narrated its passage by word of mouth, like an urban legend of a story on ways to cope when you have nothing in your capacity to control your destiny.
Ironically it was told among Russian friends attending a conference titled “Ways to Improve Your Life in the Socialist World” >.<
Woe betide any of us if we were fated to live a life we cannot control.
I have always been grateful that I was born in this time, in this part of the continent and in this part of my world.
I am glad for the priceless liberties I enjoy as a woman, being able to walk the street with my hair down and not sold like a camel or a horse, even if my hair was as wiry. Chances are I’d be offered free samples of shampoo and hair conditioner. Should I be insulted?
Watch or read porn, enjoy FHM and not be labeled as a whore or be brought to a plaza to be stoned to death. Honestly? they can tell if I’ve watched porn?
Choose the man I love or have sex with but not necessarily the same person. Really? there still is a society that closes up women’s clitoris because its vulgar to feel excited?
What if you’ve haven’t had sex for the longest time, is that procedure necessary or the controversial orifice just closes up by itself? Tired of waiting I suppose… sheesh… now I’m afraid.
To earn my keep and keep my hard-earned possessions, however meager they maybe. Be recognized as part of the productive factor in the GDP. I’m the head of the family in my family, unfortunately when I go overboard with assigning chores, my children tell me to go lock myself in my room. >.<
Be empowered enough to decide on my fate. Today I will do the laundry, coz I’m saving up money for gas, so I don’t have to commute. Ok the truth… I’m saving up for iphone 5… no the real truth, I’m short on college tuition for my son… ok, ok, I just like doing laundry.
I believe there’s an art and real science to it besides, if I don’t do it, I’m already wearing tattered shorts and faded tees to work tomorrow. A lousey looking louse dependent on the forces of nature or whim of man. Someone might spray insect repellant on me.
I am grateful that when I am in a pile of shit, the ones that took me out didn’t eat me up… or were they only readying themselves to pounce?! ?>.<