It was a beautiful South Florida Saturday morning. I’m on my way to the car wash, and Van Morrison is belting out “Domino” on my stereo. There’s a black pickup truck driving alongside me with the window down and a puppy poking his head out.
His wide eyes, windswept ears, and tongue hanging out are demonstrating the exquisite state of canine nirvana he is experiencing. The disc switches to Stevie Ray Vaughn, and I’m thinking life is pretty good...
The day before, one of the guys from my softball team called me to say his car had been broken into, and his stuff stolen. He was just leaving his mother’s house and he was mad at her. She had warned him many times about leaving stuff like that in his car, and she had given him the “told you so” routine instead of sympathy.
I asked if they broke his window. They hadn’t, so I thought that was better, because it saved all that hassle. “Was your softball glove in the car?” I wanted to know. Turns out it was being repaired, so it wasn’t. I remarked how fortunate that was. (Gloves can take months to get broken in and comfortable.) He agreed that this was lucky, but that his old bat had been in the stolen items. I replied that he should be glad that it was his old one, not the new $300 one he got for Christmas.
“You’re such a motivational speaker!” he exclaimed with exasperation, “You see the positive in EVERYTHING!”
Guilty as charged. How about you?