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A thought

Perhaps sometimes a gift can be delivered in the guise of a tragedy. It's just a matter of perception, after all.

I suspect that the talent lies in looking beyond the surface to what lies beneath and beyond. And, of course, being able to make sense of it all and going on to apply that knowledge to building a productive way forward.

Here's hoping.


A dad said…
Spot on. Take the attitude into 2012 and there'll be no stopping you!
Anonymous said…
Good luck!
Cherry said…
Been reading your blog for a while now. Staying positive is the only way. I had something similar a few years back and got through it and so will you.
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