Kicked happy, fallen grateful

I’ve known… lightning strikes and hammer blows, tripping falls face-to-ground. I drag heavy fears… and I’ve hurt a lot. But why nurture the negative? With each adversity and graying year comes a brighter, giddier laugh and a more sincere, deeper smile. My heart gets both weaker and stronger with each blow, and every knockout convinces me that I don’t want to spend any more time, not even mere seconds, being miserable or resentful or smeared with the filth of the past. Wash myself clean each morning and brave the new day… I’ll take what I can get in lessons and give whatever I can in smiles…

—Terri Guillemets