A friend of mine was traveling yesterday, feeling sad about the present and dispirited about the inevitable near future. We’ve all had those times when the pains of life weigh us down so much that we can’t see a way through.
Just then, she spied three hot air balloons, their reds, yellows, and purples standing out against the bright blue sky. For a few seconds, she just admired the sight. Then she suddenly realized that she had momentarily forgotten her troubles. Sure, they came back upon her. But the fact that she managed to get out from under them at all seemed like a minor miracle. And seemed to hold promise for the future.