I believe.  This is the season of believing, and what happened yesterday is proof.

Yesterday was a bad day.  Period.  School was difficult, and nothing I was doing with children made an ounce of difference.  When I got home, Hubby asked, “How was your day?”  I said, “I don’t want to talk about it.”  I didn’t.  Why hash all that went wrong?

I went to the grocery store and splurged on a Powerball Ticket.  The clerk is always wonderful and chatty.  She asked how my day was, and then I asked how her day was.

“My thirteen-year-old is bullied in school, and they are doing nothing about it.  Today we got an eviction notice.  We have to be out by the end of January.”

So, here is this happy person, someone I enjoy talking with when I’m at the store, and her bad day makes mine seem like peanuts.  I asked her to blow on my Powerball ticket for good luck, because I’d give her a million dollars if I won.

Giving.  That’s what it’s all about.

And then more happened.

I went to pick up a sandwich on the way to school today.  A former parent was there, and she was excited to see me.  She needed to tell me about her son, and how life is not so good.  She cried.  Then she took my shoulders and said, “Your blog has saved me.  I read every post.  It’s what keeps me going.  I don’t know how I’d survive without reading your blog.”

My goodness.  I hugged her.  I had no words.  Everyone in the store was looking.  You could have heard a pin drop.

When you have a bad day, remember someone else had a day (or more) that is worse.

Count your blessings, because there are many.  You just might not see them at the time.

Believe.  Right around the corner is something wonderful.  You just have to look for it.  That takes patience, which I’m still working on.  In this case, the two events are proof.

“People will forget what you said,
people will forget what you did,
but people will never forget
how you made them feel.”
~Maya Angelou~

Jennie