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When "Stuff" Happens

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Last night, one of my kids ran up from the basement announcing that the toilet was clogged. Expecting a run-of-the-mill toilet paper jam that happens from time to time in a house with six kids, I found a situation far beyond what I was prepared to see. The toilet indeed was not flushing, but the septic lines had also backed up into the tub in one bathroom and into the shower in the other. In the latter, the sewage was beginning to spill out of the shower and onto the bathroom floor. The brand-new bathroom floor! This was a crappy situation indeed!

But that’s just how life is. Crap sometimes bubbles up in our life and we are forced to deal with it. Other times, people may throw their poo at us, hoping to see us struggle and fail. Maybe they have so much excrement in their lives, they feel as though they need to share it with us? In either circumstance, poop happens. It’s a part of life.

Do you know how the pioneers got rid of manure? They had two uses for it: fuel and fertilizer. Granted, they had for more crap to deal with in their lives, so they learned how to profit from the poop. Whether fuel for their fires or fertilizer for their crops, they made the most of the manure.

Crap happens so we need to be like the pioneers and use it as fuel or fertilizer. Fuel for our drive and motivation and ambition, or fertilizer for our personal growth and development. Don’t get buried in it, be a pioneer.

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