
Rob's Soapbox - Where Is That Damn Pony?
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<p>There’s a famous story about twin 5-year-old boys with opposite personalities that perfectly fits today’s times and our seemingly never-ending battle to find contentment and calm in today’s America.</p><p> </p><p>Of the twins, one of them is chronically pessimistic, while the other is annoyingly optimistic. The latter of the two seems almost delusionally happy in even the most dour of circumstances. In an attempt to dampen his outlook, just to show him that the world isn’t always great, his dad took him to a room piled to the ceiling with horse manure. But instead of wrinkling his nose in disgust, the optimistic little punk emitted a yelp of delight as he climbed to the top of the pile, dropped to his knees, and began gleefully digging out scoop after scoop with his bare hands. “What do you think you're doing?” the father asked, baffled “With all this manure,” the little boy replied, “there must be a pony in here somewhere!”</p><p> </p><p>With that as a backdrop, here is an excerpt from an email the RAD show received last week. While the note was about something specific, the end paragraph has appeared, in various forms, an endless number of times recently and seems to reflect the mood of so many:</p><p> </p><p> “<em><u>It just feels like doom is all around us right now…it seems like since 2020 everything has escalated so quickly. I don’t know what to think or believe anymore.”</u></em></p><p> </p><p>America is a manure pile right now, and we’re far past the point of discussing the difficulty of finding the pony, as most of us seem to have no desire to even believe he’s in there any longer.</p><p> </p><p>While I firmly stand by my creed that hope leads to despair, we must distinguish between having hope and losing hope, for they are far different things, despite their seeming similarity.</p><p> </p><p>Having hope applies to expectations, which will almost always send you crashing upon the shores of defeat an
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Rob's Soapbox - Where Is That Damn Pony?
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