The fat clouds look like pillows. They languidly float by. Friday in the summer is a special treat. The tree limbs dance in the warm breeze. Brooks Pond is like a mirror. A turtle slowly makes its way from the pond to the house. He is on a mission from God. Mo is in the house with matching cleaning tools that are bright pink. They lift your spirits.

Negotiating life is a daily affair. Whatever bad you are experiencing will soon be in your rearview mirror. Good things are in store for you. Good is the nature of God’s Plan. Bad is an anomaly. It is good to be a Good Finder. Many years ago, Mom and Dad divorced, and I was a bitter kid. I soon discovered that there was so much good in my world that all I needed to do was to find it. Soon, I was an encouragement to others and to myself. Neva J was in the doldrums due to Dad leaving, and I discovered that my Good Finder attitude helped her outlook as well. Throughout life, I have always been able to find the good that many claim is as elusive as the Scarlet Pimpernel.

Contrary to popular belief, everyone is not out to get us. We are people of goodwill. We seek peace and tranquility. Arguments cause anxiety. Strife causes stress and a bad stomach. Tums are only a temporary fix. Love covers a multitude of sins. Understanding we seek. Someone to listen. I watch the little children with cancer at St. Jude’s Hospital and cry when I see their positive attitudes. They know what Jimmy Stewart learned in Bedford Falls…It is A Wonderful Life.