This morning I had a sudden glimmer of a thought while reading from the Ezra Taft Benson manual.
If I was able to develop an ability to see the humor in everything, why can't I develop the ability to see the joy in everything?
This is going to take some pondering and developing.
People from my olden days don't know that I am funny. They don't know that I am fun. They think of me as very quiet and painfully shy.
What if you who know me today didn't recognize me in a few years because I am always so happy and positive?
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