Once Upon A Time I Read…

that one can be grateful for both the good and the bad. Wish I could find the source because in an existential way it’s absolutely true. No luck.

Yesterday I had lots of time to think as I waited five hours for a furniture delivery to my son’s new rental. Watching the folks in this economically distressed neighborhood, I realized I am grateful. Everyone, no matter how little he or she possessed, had a smile and a hello for me as I sat in the sun up on the porch– broken furnace, cold in the hou...