I have never been an optimist. I have always been more of a “the glass is half empty, cracked, and with a slow leak” sort of person. I take after my mother. Say you were vacuuming when she stopped by, and you left the vacuum cleaner in the middle of the room so you could go answer the door. The first thing she would do is tell you a dozen ways a person could hurt themselves because you left that vacuum cleaner in the middle of the room. And three of them could result in death.
But recently, when I found myself in times of trouble and didn’t think I could take another minute of the stress, I literally stopped and thought, “Never mind…. I can see” (See Little Town on the Prairie, Chapter 4, “Happy Days”), even though sight had nothing to do with the situation itself. You know what I mean. It was a bit of a shock to come to the realization that it was one of the few times I have ever done that – looked at my life and saw that I had so much to be thankful for.
Which makes me very thankful indeed for Laura having provided the words I needed to express that very thought.
