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The sad rhino

The sad rhino - Roderick Murdock

Two days ago, we came back from our vacation down South. It was a last minute all inclusive offers that we got online. We packed our bags and off we went. Being away from the madness in the office, and enjoying the heat was exactly what we needed. The margaritas and pina coladas came as a bonus.

Both my wife and I were thrilled that I was able to get some days off. This was our son’s first flying experience and we were a bit worried. We didn't want him to get scared or start having a tantrum during the flight. Because we didn't know what to expect from him, what his reactions would be, we thought of getting him more familiar with airplanes.

Thus, the first thing I did was to watch an episode of Caillou with him, showing him what Caillou did during the flight. I assumed the cartoon would make more sense to him, than me lecturing him. My wife got him a book for children about the airplane and flying, which he liked.

Well, it turned out we shouldn't have worried about him, he was really excited about flying the entire time. Although we woke him up at 4 AM, he didn't cry and he didn't make a fuss. On the contrary, he was incredibly obedient and cooperative.

While we were vacationing, we went on a few trips sold by the hotel we were staying. At the end of each day, we were exhausted, but happy. We spent one day in an amusement park where we all had fun. Another day, we took the ferry to an island where we went swimming with the dolphins. We also visited the Mayan pyramid and some ruins and enjoyed a great show in the evening. We even went horseback riding on the beach at sunset one time.

The evening we rode on the beach, my son asked me why did the horse we were riding, looked sad. I replied shortly without paying too much attention to him, that it must have been the heat. I told him the horse was probably tired, not sad.

A few hours later, while I was reading him one of his Dr. Seuss books, he showed me an illustration of a little girl riding a red rhinoceros. He said that the rhino’s eyes looked sad. Again, I replied without listening to him. I added that the rhino must have been tired of having the girl riding him the entire day. As soon as I ended my sentence, my son brought up again the sad looking horse we rode early. He asked me if we had made the horse sad. I was amazed to see the way his little brain worked.

Today while I was driving on the Alberta asphalt, fighting the snow, I remembered his curious look when we were talking about the horse’s feelings. Sometimes I think that he is more mature than other kids his age.


The author:


Hello my name is Roderick and I am a world affairs enthusiast and for a few years now by technology. First and foremost a father and married to a wonderful woman, I sit on several boards of directors and I coach several young business wolves. Ii is with great pleasure that I share my knowledge and at the same time learn from a very dynamic new generation.