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Attitude Does Make a Difference

This past weekend, I had the privilege of having a long time good friend in one of my services...and then enjoyed lunch with her and her family. 

She's dealt with brain cancer for the past two years....it's been tough, even with her usual "positive spin" on the days and nights since getting the news and prognosis, I knew these had been some of her hardest times ever. 

I wonder why her emails to me don't leave me depressed and feeling hopeless in thinking about my future?  Why didn't I "feel sorry for her" as we reminisced over lunch on Sunday?  I did want to cry in seeing that there are limitations as to what she can do and not do yet, and her gorgeous long hair isn't there as it once was, though she had made what she had to be the cutest "do". 

I know, I think, why I love to hear from her, why I run to her Facebook page to hear what she's doing with this day, knowing some of what she's dealing with.  She refuses to allow her challenges be a dark cloud for anybody else, if she can at all  help it.  She believes in hope...she knows her God well, and is loved by an amazing family.

But, most of all....she made a choice a long time ago to maintain an attitude of thankfulness for what she DOES have and not dwell too much on what she DOESN'T have.  ATTITUDE DOES MAKE A DIFFERENCE.  I experienced it again with my friend, Susan, last Sunday. 

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  1. How true. Attitude is very important. I read the book, "Attitude Is Your Paintbrush", and that pushes a very positive attitude at all times. What a joy for you to have a friend who has this kind of attitude. As I read, I found it very inspiring.
    Paulrrr

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