The other day, I drove by a large
lawn that was white with dandelions gone to seed. My first reaction was: “Oh
Boy! I bet the neighbors HATE that. But then I remembered my daughter, Marie, at
7 years of age, and the pleasure she found blowing the seeds off a dandelion
and making a wish. I realized anew that there are many ways of looking any
situation, ranging from great joy to total dejection and despair.
