There has been an ongoing little joke in our family for years.
My Dad is a pretty positive guy especially when it comes to stuff like ping-pong, tennis and skiing.
The joke is that if you’d ask him how his day was on the slopes for example, he would always say…GREAT, the best ever.
Each trip, it seems, would outdo the previous.
Now where it got funny was we knew some of the days weren’t that great. If you’ve skied in a minus 20 degree day of an Okanagan winter or the liquid snow of Hemlock Valley or the driving sleet of a December day on Mt. Baker you know what I mean.
On those days if you asked him how his day had been he’d say…GREAT, one of the best ever!
Notice the subtle difference?
On this Saturday, having survived a very tough Thursday night and sensitive emergency surgery, he noted to my sisters Grace and Val that this was one of his BEST WEEKENDS EVER. He was indeed very alive and got to spend it with his bride…and of course a couple of his kids.
Interesting perspective…and I love it.
That’s a hospital bed BE THE BEST moment direct from the ICU.
Nice work Dad. We’ll call that your living sermon for this week and give you the day off tomorrow!