I was feeling sorry for myself. Lethargic and blue, I trudged along. The weather had been rainy and cold for days. The spring that all New Englanders yearn for seemed perpetually out of reach, and Lent seemed to be dragging on forever. Everything was gray and tedious and miserable as I wrestled with the umbrella that had become a seemingly permanent part of my walking garb.
Suddenly a flatbed truck came careening around the corner. Just as it passed me, the tractor it carried came loose and flew toward the sidewalk. My guardian angel must have been with me, because I somehow managed to drop my umbrella and roll onto the soft wet grass, barely out of the path of the crashing tractor.
The truck came to a screeching halt, and the driver came running back, all apologies. I was fine, but trembling violently. No one had been hurt, and the young man couldn't reload his equipment and get out of there fast enough.
After he left, I sat in the wet grass and looked around. Everything was different. The grass was the soft, luminescent green of early spring. As I looked hard at the grass, I could see some tiny crocuses poking up. The magnolia across the street appeared to have tight, tiny buds. And the sky definitely looked ready to clear. Easter was still a couple of weeks away, but I'd already gotten a chance at a new life, and I wasn't about to waste it.
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| Dena: All we just need is to look at situation from another view, we will realise we have so much more in our life. Look at what we have and not we don't have. A half empty cup, from another perspective are a half fill cup. why keep thinkng of the empty portion but ignore the fill portion. cheers |
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