Legacy

Bubba Weasel was a sad boy.  He failed at everything he tried.  Oh, he made good enough grades when he was in school, but he bombed at every thing he tried. He bombed at football because he couldn’t stop tripping over his own feet. He bombed at basketball because he couldn’t keep the ball from being stolen long enough to even try to shoot. He bombed at baseball because he always struck out.  He bombed at soccer because he kept tripping over the ball.  He even bombed in the knitting club because he dropped too many stitches.

What a sad little weasel.   He failed at everything and had no friends because no one wanted to hang out with a loser.  Bubba was walking alone on a dusty back road feeling lower than low, maybe even lower than that. Poor Bubba.   He walked along, head down, wanting to find a rock to hide under, when he stubbed his toe on something.  Why it’s an old trumpet someone must have thrown away because it was useless, just like me.    Bubba could identify with that and he felt sorry for it.   He picked it up, dusted it off, and blew into it.  The sound wasn’t unpleasant so Bubba blew it some more.

One thing led to another and soon Bubba was making that old horn sound like it was being played by a master trumpeter.  That music put the happy back in Bubba, and he went down the road making that trumpet wail the sweetest music ever heard.   Soon everyone began to notice Bubba and talked about how he could boogie and make them feel so good.   Pretty soon Bubba had many, many admiring friends.

What a turnaround in Bubba’s life.  It goes to show if you fail, try, try again until you find the something you are good at.  Never give up,  success is just around the corner.   And how sweet it is.