Motivate Me!
Shoot me now, please. The following “motivational message” just arrived in my Inbox:
A man was lost while driving through the country. As he tried to read a map, he accidentally drove off the road into a ditch. Though he wasn’t injured, his car was stuck deep in the mud. So the man walked to a nearby farm to ask for help.
“Warwick can get you out of that ditch,” said the farmer, pointing to an old mule standing in a field.
The man looked at the haggardly mule and looked at the farmer who just stood there repeating, “Yep, old Warwick can do the job.” The man figured he had nothing to lose.
The two men and Warwick made their way back to the ditch.
The farmer hitched the mule to the car. With a snap of the reins he shouted, “Pull, Fred! Pull, Jack! Pull, Ted! Pull, Warwick!” And the mule pulled the car from the ditch With very little effort.
The man was amazed. He thanked the farmer, patted the mule and asked, “Why did you call out all of those other names before you called Warwick?”
The farmer grinned and said, “Old Warwick is just about blind. As long as he believes he’s part of a team, he doesn’t mind pulling.”
Wow. What a story. Doesn’t it make you just want to jump chest-deep into mud and pull your heart out for a stranger? Me too! Who knew that lying and manipulating the handicapped could be so darned inspirational???
I’m reminded of Inigo’s comment to Vizzini in The Princess Bride about his repeated use of the word “Inconceivable!” — “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
And this shit’s going to be going on aaaallll weeeeekkkk looooonnnnggggg.