As I've said, there are days I don't even want to get out of bed...
and then there are the days I get out of bed and hear about a fiery airliner crash somewhere (this week in Spain). . .
and I go outside and smell the fresh mown grass, and see leaves fluttering from trees, and clouds piling up in the sky, and my dog bounces happily at my side, and I hear my children's voices through the windows of my house, and I think, life is too precious and too fragile to waste one moment worrying.
God bless those families of those people on that plane.
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