I was returning from high school one day and a runaway horse with a bridle sped past a group of us into a farmers yard, looking for a drink of water. The farmer didnt recognize it so I jumped up to the horses back, took hold of the reins and said Giddy-up and headed for the highway. I knew the horse would take me to the right direction; I didnt know what the right direction was. And the horse trotted and galloped along. Now and then he would forget he was on an highway and would start off into a field. So I would pull on him a bit and call his attention to the fact that the highway was where he was supposed to be. And finally about four miles from where I had boarded him he turned into a farmyard and the farmer said, So thats how the critter came back. Where did you find him? I said, about four miles from here. How did you know he should come here? I said, I didnt know— the horse knew. All I did was keep his attention on the road. - Milton Erickson
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 04:53:56 +0000
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