We literally are Glad here with the trash bags over our heads. We might look crazy but we were warm.
This picture was taken at the Boston Marathon about a week and a half ago. Looking at it made me smile, remembering how cold and uncomfortable we were.
But why would that make me smile? Why would I have fond memories of
shivering? Getting soaked? Soggy and frozen to the point of mild hypothermia?
I’m glad for the memories I made.
I’m glad I have breath.
I’m glad I get to do crazy stuff like this.
I’m glad I got to help raise $4,000.00 for St Jude.
I’m just plain glad.
No matter what curveball life throws at you, find a way to be glad. It’ll change your perspective on the problem.
What are glad for?