Belief is a wonderful thing.
It's not better than pony rides for your birthday, admittedly, but it's powerful stuff and can get you through some, if not all, pretty hard times. I have, in my dotage, worked harder to be a happy idiot, succeeding at least in the latter part of that endeavor. I will attempt to see the brighter side of a multi-car collision (unless I'm part of it).
Given lemons, I not only can make lemonade; I'll build you a two-story condo out of lemon peel with a detached garage made of rind and a backyard spa-all for under 249K, complete with a full basement.
Volume is the answer to your 'how can you do it?' question.
You're welcome is the response to your thank you. Moving right along...
I think insistence on seeing the Brighter Side has helped me more than it has harmed (and has definitely kept me from going to prison) but it's tiring to try to be so cheerful so often when I can use some help from those around me. I live in an area with a lot of folks, regardless of the issue, whose minds are made up; don't confuse them with facts.
If all I ever get from this is a song I can hear, playing right in my ear, but I can't sing it, and yet I can't help listening, that's fine too. I've always loved words and extra starch. Back by Tuesday.
-bill kenny
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