What is the lesson of a “bright and beautiful day”?
When I was 20, I worked in Washington, D.C., which was about 50 miles from my home. Those miles translated to at least an hour and a half commute each day, each way. However many years later (wouldn’t you like to know!), I can still get a clear mental picture of the van and my fellow commuters, some of whom were more colorful than others. For example, there was this one man in my vanpool that started each ride with, “What a bright and beautiful day!” Come rain or come shine, “What a bright and beautiful day!” And then he told every woman on the van how beautiful she looked. I mean, this was a guy who tackled each day with a positive, grateful-to-be-alive attitude. And he meant it, too!
The rest of us thought it was really annoying. Continue Reading…
steadily skipping stones 