This is a sculpture my dad made in clay. There is also his trusty mule that is supposed to be at his shoulder as if to say, “It’s alright.”
The mule is missing its ears so I didn’t set it up next to the old prospector. Maybe that is ok. Sometimes it feels like the whole world is against you and you don’t have anyone on your side and all you get out of the river is fool’s gold. I think that is how the miner is feeling right now.
Some days when life kicks us in the teeth, we have our trusty mule nearby to let us know he’s there with us and everything is going to be alright. Hopefully, it is more often the latter and not the former.