Walt.
03-14-2015, 04:15 PM
What’s going on? So much anger over cookie thieves, bad drivers, morons who save 20 seats (maybe they need 20 seats for their fat… oh never mind).
It is time to calm down and enjoy the beauty that surrounds us… the friends we love… and the future we’ll enjoy in this fantasy we call The Villages. No time for anger!
In the spirit of caring (for which I’m known) I’m going to share a story from my past. I’ve never told this before, but I think it’s time. It is a story we can all learn from.
I was out feeding the chickens on my farm a few years back when I saw a horse walking up the path toward the house. He was certainly the worse for wear... scrawny, limping and had what looked like bite marks all over him.
I got him some water and fed him a few carrots I got from the house. He'd apparently been attacked by a pack of wolves so after washing him off with the garden hose I sprayed him with Bactine and applied some Band-Aids. I managed to stop him from limping when I removed a thorn from his hoof.
As he recovered in the days that followed I could see he was a highly intelligent horse.
So, one day as we were playing chess I got to thinking; Is it possible to teach Fred (I named him after my grandfather) to speak English? I know that Mr. Ed and Francis the Talking Mule were not real... but Fred was really smart.
I started with naming the chess pieces and over the next few months he developed a vocabulary that many illegal immigrants could only dream of.
Then one day as Fred and I were walking through the field in back of the barn I fell down an old abandoned well. It was pretty deep and I'd injured my leg and shoulder. No way to climb out.
I yelled for Fred to go for help. He hollered down for me not to worry and he was on his way! I could feel the karma kicking in big-time!
Well... Fred ran the 3 miles to our neighbors house and told them what happened. Unfortunately my neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Alvarenga are Portuguese and didn't understand a word he said. Instead of going to the next farm Fred just ate some grass. What a dope!
Two days later when I missed a dental appointment and a meeting of the Town Council they sent out a search party. The next day they heard my screams and I was saved.
Except for the chess games I don't miss Fred much anymore.
Last I heard he was tending bar in Key West and living with a tap dancer.
It is time to calm down and enjoy the beauty that surrounds us… the friends we love… and the future we’ll enjoy in this fantasy we call The Villages. No time for anger!
In the spirit of caring (for which I’m known) I’m going to share a story from my past. I’ve never told this before, but I think it’s time. It is a story we can all learn from.
I was out feeding the chickens on my farm a few years back when I saw a horse walking up the path toward the house. He was certainly the worse for wear... scrawny, limping and had what looked like bite marks all over him.
I got him some water and fed him a few carrots I got from the house. He'd apparently been attacked by a pack of wolves so after washing him off with the garden hose I sprayed him with Bactine and applied some Band-Aids. I managed to stop him from limping when I removed a thorn from his hoof.
As he recovered in the days that followed I could see he was a highly intelligent horse.
So, one day as we were playing chess I got to thinking; Is it possible to teach Fred (I named him after my grandfather) to speak English? I know that Mr. Ed and Francis the Talking Mule were not real... but Fred was really smart.
I started with naming the chess pieces and over the next few months he developed a vocabulary that many illegal immigrants could only dream of.
Then one day as Fred and I were walking through the field in back of the barn I fell down an old abandoned well. It was pretty deep and I'd injured my leg and shoulder. No way to climb out.
I yelled for Fred to go for help. He hollered down for me not to worry and he was on his way! I could feel the karma kicking in big-time!
Well... Fred ran the 3 miles to our neighbors house and told them what happened. Unfortunately my neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Alvarenga are Portuguese and didn't understand a word he said. Instead of going to the next farm Fred just ate some grass. What a dope!
Two days later when I missed a dental appointment and a meeting of the Town Council they sent out a search party. The next day they heard my screams and I was saved.
Except for the chess games I don't miss Fred much anymore.
Last I heard he was tending bar in Key West and living with a tap dancer.