Look at this goose. You should respect this goose. You should admire this goose. You should want to be this goose.
You know why? Because this goose doesn’t give two sh*t’s that it’s in the midst of a bombcyclone, bombogenesis, or whatever else you want to call this winter storm.
I bet this goose asked all his other goose friends to take a leisurely swim with him this afternoon and they all scoffed and laughed at him and said “Paul, (which is what I have named this goose) are you crazy? We can’t go out swimming today in the midst of a bombcyclone!!”.
But that negativity didn’t bring this goose down. Rather, he’s just out there floating around doing his thing, probably looking for frozen bread crumbs floating in that slushy water.
This goose doesn’t care that there’s 12 feet of snow, coastal flooding, 50 MPH winds, or that there’s probably somebody trapped in that car behind him. That is none of the goose’s concern. This goose is just out there living his life to the fullest and he ain’t gonna let anyone or anything ruin his day.
That’s an admirable quality that we should all try to emulate a little more in our day to day lives. So here’s to you Boston goose, thanks for showing us that it’s ok to be yourself and not let anything bring you down.
If I knew the location of this goose, I’d bundle up, throw on my Bean boots, grab a loaf of bread, and set out to salute this goose for his inspiring perseverance, valor, and courage. And I would not leave this goose’s side until he had his fill of bread. That’s how I would repay this goose, for all that he has given to me.
God’s speed Paul, God’s speed.