It was out of sorts and stressful for a few reasons beyond my control.
That is life.
I like control, but I know I can't have it all the time.
Roll with the punches.
So, driving home tonight, after a long week of work, I was not feeling the usual pep & vigor...
...Until I drove past a gas station, where a man was pumping his gas, while his young son of approximately 4 years old held his hand... looking up at his dad like he was just the best thing since sliced bread.
That was all I needed to be filled with a glowing love at the goodness that life and people can be .
It sure was a great sight and a nice feeling.
I am a Putnamaniac that loved to see the dad & son holding hands while pumping gas!