It
is one of the reasons I love her so much.
We share a
common lens.
Because
when this friend learned that an implanted device failed and that a painful complicated
surgery awaited her, she did not invite me to a pity party.
Instead,
she invited me to a celebration.
She
said things could be so much worse—and that the overworked device had afforded
her ample service.
I
wholeheartedly agreed.
And
while our positive mindset may be construed as odd or lacking sympathetic notes,
we see it as practicality.
For
us, falls hold less import than resurrections.
Problems
are merely un-thought-of solutions in disguise.
And
pity is just not our idea of a party.
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