Rough Week

Sometimes it is easy to feel sorry for our selves. You work real hard, you make all kinds of sacrifices, and find the pay out at the end to be, well, kind of dismal. Then there’s an accident in which your good luck elephant gets broken, your hand gets cut up. It would be a good reason to cry in frustration, except for one thing – your friend, the friend who’s helped so much with hopes of your success – has a glass of wine waiting for you. 

I'm lucky to have that kind of friend. So instead of feeling sorry for myself, I think I’ll go collect that drink.