By Alisa Bowman
This morning as I was walking my Doberman, I noticed an old man and his really old dachshund walking toward me. Both dog and master were wrinkled and moved forward slowly with a limp. Neither looked particularly happy.
As they approached, the old man enthusiastically said, “It’s a good day!”
A good day? I looked up. The sky was dark. It seemed as if it would rain at any moment.
At first I thought he was a prophet, sent from heaven to teach me to feel grateful for the small things in life. I was about to respond, “You’re right. Every day is a good day.” Before I could get the words out of my mouth, however, he said, “Bin Laden is gone! Can you believe it?”
For a brief moment, it was as if we knew one another. For those few minutes, this old man—whose name... More...
