I want to share a story about a turtle and a bunny..
I remember back when I was a little kid, I always visited and slept next to my grandmother. She would tell me bedtime stories every night and my favorite story was about a rabbit and a turtle. I don’t quiet remember all the details of the story, but I do remember the moral story of it and now that I am 21 years old, I reflect back to that story whenever life decides to throw challenges at me.
Anyway, the story was about this bunny and the turtle. They made a bet. Whoever made it the other side of the town first would get some kind of price. I believe they were betting on food. The bunny of course assumed and was very confident about winning, while the turtle had doubts but he was motivated enough because of the price and the little hope he had to win. So they started. The bunny started to hop his way to the other town, a few miles away and the turtle humbly started to walk. few hours later (or minutes), the bunny started to feel tired. He looked back and thought to himself that the slow turtle was probably too far behind to catch up. He decided to take a nap and pictured himself waking up just in time to see the turtle catching up and he would hop away. He would still win, he smiled and closed his eyes, settling down under a shade. Meanwhile, the turtle was also tired but decided to keep going. He knew he was slow, but also knew that the bunny was obnoxious enough and decide to fall asleep. And he was right. few hours passed and finally the little turtle walked passed the bunny while the bunny was lying fast asleep by a tree. The turtle was happy and he kept going despite of how tired he was. Fast forward to a few hours later, the bunny woke up and saw nothing. The turtle was out of sight. He laughed and assumed that the turtle was still walking behind. he started hopping and started to doubt himself. He asked himself if maybe he slept for too long. He was right. As he approach the finish line he saw the turtle enjoying the price.
I wish I could tell you the story in great details but I did my best to give you an idea. This story has played a huge part of my life especially lately. I am 21 years old and expecting my first baby boy. Although I am already married, people still look at 21 year old women like me with pity (sometimes) because they think of the child holding us back from our goals and dreams. Which is not the case. I hope you like my little story!
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slow and steady wins the race so they say.