It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times

The above quote is the opening line in the novel "A Tale of Two Cities" by the classic author, Charles Dickens. At school today (my first day back after two weeks!), my students used this quote while journaling their Winter Break (sorry, I'm being politically correct) experiences. Each one of the students, even though away from school, had a "best experience" and a "worst experience."

In our own lives, isn't that quote almost always true?

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."

Everyday something good happens in my life. I wake up to another day of life. I eat a great meal. I see my daughter peacefully sleeping. My car starts. I dress myself correctly (I think). And so on....

Everyday something bad happens in my life. A car cuts me off. I get a paper cut. My pen runs out of ink. I'm running late to an obligation. My daughter keeps me up at night :( And so on...

Have you really ever had a perfect day? Do perfect days actually exist? The answer to both is: to a degree.

With that in mind, I have come to the understanding that each day of my life will contain some hurdle that I have to overcome. The question then becomes, how high do I have to jump and how far is each hurdle spaced?

If we knew the answer to that, life would be a much smoother ride.

But, it's not.

Therefore, we need a little extra boost. A shot in the arm. A glimmer of hope. A hand to hold onto. What is our extra boost? For some, it is alcohol or drugs. For others it is the gift of giving or self-gratification by stepping on others to get to the top.

But, what should our extra boost be? Our shot in the arm? Our glimmer of hope? Our hand to hold onto?

One word...

three letters...

G-O-D

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