Three Bulls With Moral of the Story

a316A Young man wished to marry the Farmer’s Beautiful Daughter.

He went to the Farmer to ask his permission. The Farmer looked him
over and said, “Son, Go stand out in that field. I’m going to release
three bulls, one at a time. If you can catch the tail of any one of
the three bulls, you can marry my daughter.”

The young man stood in the pasture awaiting the first bull. The barn
door opened and out ran the biggest, meanest-looking bull he had ever
seen. He decided that one of the next bulls had to be a better choice
than this one, so he ran over to the side and let t he bull pass
through the pasture out the back gate. The barn door opened again.

Unbelievable. He had never seen anything so big and fierce in his
life. It stood pawing the ground, grunting, slinging slobber as it
eyed him.

Whatever the next bull was like, it had to be a better choice than
this one. He ran to the fence and let the bull pass through the
pasture, out the back gate. The door opened a third time. a smile came
a cross his face. This was the Weakest, scrawniest little bull he had
ever seen. This one was his bull. As the bull came running by, he
positioned himself just right and jumped at just the exact moment.

He Grabbed… But The Bull Had No Tail!

Moral Of the story:

Life Is Full Of Opportunities. Some Will Be Easy To Take Advantage Of,
Some Will Be Difficult. But Once We Let Them Pass (Often In Hopes Of
Something Better), Those Opportunities May Never Again Be Available.
So Always Grab The First Opportunity.

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