Why not recognize how much stuff goes right in our lives? Every single day.
Behind me in line stood a man and a woman. The woman muttered under her breath, “Every time! This happens every time!” Clearly, she was feeling impatient about the old man holding up the line.
I listened to the old gentleman, who was gracious and jovial with the cashier, while the impatient woman behind me sighed and fidgeted with her cell phone.
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