Life can be happy. Well, for the most part until someone comes along and either does or says something nasty and/or out of turn. You can be in a group of people at a party having fun or even on the job working on a team and someone has to kill the fun. I call them thorns. You know, those individuals that strike when you least expected it. Much like when you’re trimming a barberry bush. You wear gardening gloves and handle those branches with care. Then you let your guard down and BAMB! You get stuck with one of the pickers. Mean people and pickers equals no fun at all.
There is a silver lining though. Sooth yourself with deep breath and move on. They are only one unhappy soul out there. Smile, be a light in someone else’s day, and let the sunshine in.
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 