What pile of hope?

My dad wrote me a card the other day, thinking he would make me feel better about the future. (To understand why he sent me this card, it helps to know that I've always loved horses). Inside the card, he reminded me about a time we had visited the country and he found me standing in a big pile of horse crap while looking around excitedly, shouting: 

"There's got to be a horse around here somewhere!"

Some people have the glass half full, I have the shit pile of hope.