Of all Disney’s seven dwarves, “Bashful” is the one that Dad just doesn’t “get”. Dopey, Grumpy, Happy, maybe, but Bashful? Not when dad would talk to someone stump if the stump would hold still long enough. Invariably the conversation works around to me and my message, and he feels the need to be very descriptive when relating my I’mprevious condition, not necessarily for the shock factor, but more importantly, to demonstrate how far I’ve come. Can you imagine how unimpressive it would be if the clouds didn’t contrast with the sky?
Then usually the subject changes to how evil people are to do something this horrible, but again, I have to disagree; although it’s true that that there are some thoughtless or downright cruel people out there, there are SO many more that tip the balances in the favor of good. Need some evidence? Check out the mettle of the followers of this page, or better yet, go sneak a peak in the mirror, and the resulting good you find will be more than sufficient to overcome a thousand FB news feeds; Madre de Dios, what type of bottom feeders do these people take us for?
So, a little reminder every now and then as to how far I’ve came, to remind everyone(myself included) that, regardless of how grim and hopeless things may appear, there is always hope. From the confines of the crate to the call of the open road, life is always good, although I will admit sometimes “more good” than others, but when it’s GOOD, just freaking WOW! The sunsets over New Mexico? Waterfalls tumbling out of the Ozarks? The perfect song at the perfect time? Puppy breath? Dog farts? I realize that that last one may be a stretch, but think about it; how many clouds of funk would you be willing to endure for just one more day with a special dog?
Go forth today and find the beauty, and if it’s difficult to find, go create some for somebody else, and I promise you that your own will be revealed to you; it’s always a party, so send out some more invitations, and RSVP