Lesson from my mother (Number 103): if you can't say something nice, don't say anything. That's why you haven't heard from me lately.
Nothing nice to say.
However...
A couple of nice somethings...
Last night, a phone call from a young man who's getting married in October, a young man who lost his only brother to suicide two years ago, a young man who has found his love (his girl Jessie) and his passion (pursuing a PhD in history), a young man who asked me to play piano at his wedding.
Smiling.
Tonight, dinner with my friend Pat, and seeing the movie Mamma Mia, the happiest, most uplifting, energizing, feel-good movie I've ever seen.
"You'll smile all the way through," Pat told me, knowing how much I needed to smile.
She was right.
She usually is.
So, I'm saying something nice, right from the movie...
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels, when I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream,
I have a dream.
Sweet dreams.