|This is what bread is supposed to look like (I'm talking|
to you, American Airlines): fresh, soft, warm, and swimming
in butter-- glorious, glorious butter.
My recent flight from Paris to Dallas is now legendary. I wish I could say this was because I had deep, thought-provoking conversations with fellow passengers while nibbling on exotic French cheeses and watching a marathon of English-subtitled French noir films.
It’s so easy to believe the bad, that I forget to believe the best.
And that’s a tragedy. Because there’s so much good in this world.
Love chooses to believe the best about people. It gives them the benefit of the doubt. It refuses to fill in the unknowns with negative assumptions. And when our worst hopes are proven to be true, love makes every effort to deal with them and move forward. As much as possible, love focuses on the positive. - Stephen Kendrick*Yes, I made up the French guys' names. Who knows, maybe they're true.