This weekend, I decided to go home from college, due to us having a long weekend, thanks to President’s day. As I was helping my mom feed some peewee calves behind our house, she realized that there were supposed to be 19 calves in this pen, but we only counted 18. So, we loaded up the dogs and the cats, (yes, our cats like to ride in the ranger) and drove out of the pen and into the field to search for the missing calf.
We drove to towards the pond and realized that the calf was not near the water, so we assumed that maybe it was eating hay and didn’t hear us calling them up for breakfast. There was no calf by the hay. Then we thought that maybe the calf was in the bottom and didn’t hear us. There was no calf in the bottom. There was no dead calf in the field, thank God, and there were no holes in the fence.
After being optimistic, trying to create reasons that the calf did not come up for breakfast and being hopeful in finding it, we were starting to become ready to give up. My mom then decided to check her notebook and remembered that there actually are only supposed to be 18 calves in the pen. She had just moved one calf to a different spot the other day.
Luckily, we were able to laugh about the situation and continue on with our day. I think the lesson that we learned was to always be optimistic about a situation, even if you do not need it in the end, at least you can say that you never gave up trying and you were cheerful and hopeful while doing so.
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