Something Positive
The full moon was beautiful last night behind high clouds. I'd wanted to get the camera and set up my tripod, but they were moving so fast as to be gone when I finished. Today is gray and dreary through the window. I like that sort of weather, usually and perversely, but it doesn't suit me too well today. Right outside the window is a busy freeway; that's not terribly positive. I could write about the planted trees struggling to bud ...
I don't have to go outside to see something positive, though. There's something that I can admire right here in this restaurant. There's a man who is thin and fit, and who is playing with his son Ian in the playscape. Those things are positive enough on their own, yeah? The few times I've seen his face, there's always been a smile on it. When I was ordering for daughter Ariann and I, he stood next to me, and I got such a good and positive feeling from him. He felt like one of those people that you just enjoy being in the presence of. In fact, I was so overwhelmed with good feelings that I offered to carry his tray to a table for him.
He graciously and politely declined, then thanked me for asking. He put the tray in one hand, put both of his crutches in the other, and moved to the tables near the playscape.
On his single leg.
An empty pant leg is tucked up behind his belt, showing that one of his legs was fully amputated. Yet he's evidently happier than most folks with two legs.
I think that I, along with many other people, could take him for a good example. It's things like this that give me hope for the world.
I don't have to go outside to see something positive, though. There's something that I can admire right here in this restaurant. There's a man who is thin and fit, and who is playing with his son Ian in the playscape. Those things are positive enough on their own, yeah? The few times I've seen his face, there's always been a smile on it. When I was ordering for daughter Ariann and I, he stood next to me, and I got such a good and positive feeling from him. He felt like one of those people that you just enjoy being in the presence of. In fact, I was so overwhelmed with good feelings that I offered to carry his tray to a table for him.
He graciously and politely declined, then thanked me for asking. He put the tray in one hand, put both of his crutches in the other, and moved to the tables near the playscape.
On his single leg.
An empty pant leg is tucked up behind his belt, showing that one of his legs was fully amputated. Yet he's evidently happier than most folks with two legs.
I think that I, along with many other people, could take him for a good example. It's things like this that give me hope for the world.