Preface: There have been times in the past when I've felt the presence of that proverbial black cloud, hanging so closely above my head that I could reach up and touch it. In recent years, it hadn't visited, and I understandingly didn't grieve its absence. But then last week it came calling — in all of its down-pouring glory. In an effort to keep this a positive place, though, I am abstaining from advertising my recent quandaries, and instead offer up a hopeful, I'm-gonna-make-it passage because I'm learning that I cannot cry over things I cannot control:
“All of us have bad luck and blessings*. The man who persists through the bad luck — who keeps right on going — is the man who is there when the blessing comes — and is ready to receive it.”—Robert Collier
(*I've tweaked the author's words, though, and replaced "good luck" with "blessings.")
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