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Hope is in the eye of the beholder
I’m an optimist. I was five or six when my parents got divorced. I had never heard the word “divorce” before, so I had a little trouble getting my head around it. After asking a few questions about who I would live with and what would happen to my toys, I didn’t think it sounded bad at all.
In my child brain it boiled down to this: Mom and Dad wouldn’t live together. I wouldn’t have to hear Dad yelling and Mom crying anymore. I’d have two sets of friends and two sets of toys. How bad could it be?
Whether we accept what we are dealt and look for the next best thing, or we succumb to despair, is a choice we all have to make. When you’re an optimist, the choice is easy.
Last night while watching my usual line-up on MSNBC, I listened as pundits predicted Nancy Pelosi’s failure to unite the Democratic caucus in the House. My taped shows were replaying in chronological order, but I’d already heard the news on CNN. Pelosi got every single Democrat in the House to vote for the infrastructure bill. The naysayers were wrong.
When the images of Afghanis hanging from the side of a plane as it departed Kabul airport were shown over and over on the news, I knew that as horrific as it was, it was panic that created much of the horror. The Taliban had not penetrated the safety of the airport. When those men climbed onto the…
