Lots of we commoners who have trudged, floated or cruised many laps around the sun have learned that there’s some truth to - “What goes around, comes around.” If we’re paying attention, we don’t have to look too hard to find examples in our own lives.
Well, last week I was! It was a beautiful, crisp morning at the therapeutic riding stable where I volunteer. The sun was making its way up over the paddock pen and was reflecting off the tops of the frozen horse buns. I was chipping away at the tundra when I noticed a beautiful rose gray-colored mare admiring my handiwork. In an instant I was transported back to one of my first real jobs - scooping out dog pens at my Uncle Bill’s German Shepherd kennel. Back in the day, I would fill maybe a garden bucket with malodorous crap. However, I got paid in real cash and at the end of the day if I was lucky, I would get to have a Rolling Rock beer with that fine though complex man. He was after all, the doctor who would inspire me to take the convoluted road toward a career in medicine.
I got to thinking - I wish I could have told that teenager - “Hang in there, You have no concept of the heights to which you’ll climb. Someday, after you’ve spent thousands of dollars and many years learning your trade, you’ll work your way up to this day November 22, 2022 when you’ll be dumping an entire wheel-barrel full of horse manure into a compost pile - AND LOVIN’ IT .
