Just when you think nothing good or pleasant is ever going to happen again, a teeny-weeny transient occurrence transpires and you think—believe—hey, maybe there is a ray of sunshine beyond the darksome clouds.
My mother’s long-term-care home held a fundraiser recently where balloon-wielding residents were wheeled around the block by caregivers and PSWs. Led by an adorable [ever-smiling] Corgi-mix canine proudly and happily seated on a woman’s lap and two coordinators joyfully displaying a mammoth banner, off we trundled—50+ wheelchairs on a mission.
The excitement and cheer were tangible, the sky cloudless and brilliant blue, the sun lemon-yellow bright and warming. A better day you couldn’t ask for. Tears welled (yours truly is a sponge for emotion) and very nearly cascaded as passing drivers waved and honked. They expressed support. . . . They cared.
How glorious! It renewed faith and hope; yes, both may well wane again, individual and international problems and plights being what they are. But, at least for the interim, the boost of optimism—that ray of sunshine—was, and is, most welcome. I’m going to hang on [tightly] to it for as long as I can. 😉