I’m sure you are as sick as I am of that old platitude about making lemonade when life gives you lemons, right?
Well, there have been more than a few times when I was so far down that being given a truckload of lemons would have been a real blessing. Instead, I sold light bulbs over the telephone in Los Angeles, dug ditches in Georgia, picked cotton (oh, yes, I really did) in East Texas, tossed bales of hay onto a trailer in Ardmore, Oklahoma, and even built cattle pens in Falon, Nevada. In February. In a blizzard.
I could have made a small (but not insignificant) fortune with a truckload of lemons, but life must have been too busy to notice.
I’ve been told on numerous occasions that what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger. I am pleased to report that some of the people who told me that are still alive and well, and at least slightly stronger.
And then there’s the one about not criticizing a man until you’ve walked a mile in his shoes. That one actually makes a lot of sense, if you think about it. You’re a mile away, you see, and you have his shoes.
I hope you had a great Memorial Day weekend.