I have a friend and her name is Mary. That isn't her real name, just what I'm going to use to refer to here as I tell you about her. I've known Mary since 2001, and while we now live on opposite sides of the country and visiting isn't frequent, we do have long phone conversations. She is a little woman... shorter than I am. She was born in another country, her first language isn't English and she practices another religion. She and I are close.
The quality I love and admire the most about her is that she by far the most optimistic person I've ever met in my life, past, present or likely future. I'm not just saying that. There is NOTHING that makes Mary waver in her optimism. I've often teased and tried to list things that I thought would annoy her. Without luck.
About a year ago, the company she worked for decided to close its office and relocate to another city. Mary and everyone else in the office was out of work. When I heard the news, I called to see how she was doing. She was excited at the chance of having a new opportunity, although she didn't know what that would be just yet.
We were out one day with a few other friends and it was one of those days where everything that could go wrong, did go wrong, sometimes twice too. Gas tank that ran out of gas, cell phones that wouldn't work, pouring rain, a lost credit card, a group of steadily growing grumpy women... and Mary. "Come on girls, eventually it will stop raining. Anyway, the flowers need it."
The list can go on and on.
Always the optimist... it comes naturally to her.
I'm capable of seeing the positive in life's events, but I also get mired down with negative thinking. It's a symptom of Major Depression. Most of the time, I can self-talk myself out of it. But those times when its all-consuming... I call Mary.
By the time I've talked to her for even a few minutes, I'm feeling better. By the time the phone call is over and we say goodbye until the next time, I walk away with a feeling of comfort, as if I was wrapped in sunshine.
I hope you also, have a Mary in your life. Or perhaps you are the friend named Mary, in someone else's life.
(This reminds me of Mary)