Sometimes life is hard. Bad things happen, and whether they be far away or up close, they are difficult. Yesterday, bombs went off at the Boston Marathon. Two weeks ago my father died. Three weeks ago, a family member was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer.
But you know what? Life goes on and good things happen too. Yesterday, I was surprised with a card from a friend across the pond. Two weeks ago, we heard the Baltimore Symphony perform Fantasia. Three weeks ago, I had a lovely Easter dinner with family.
Such is life with its ups and downs. Through the ups and downs, I want to live the best I can. To do this, I will ask for strength to climb the mountain when there is one in my path, and I will take time to notice the flowers on that climb. If I can do those two things, I will be happy.
