It was a rainy fall day. I sat by my window longing for some respite in the weather so that I could go to the gym. It finally came. I quickly got dressed, packed my bag, and headed for the gym. There I met Margarite, my 74-year-old friend, who had just finished exercising.
“It’s a beautiful rainy fall day,” I chimed.
Margarite didn’t agree and quickly corrected me: “There is nothing beautiful about all the rain that’s been flooding people’s homes.”
I was taken aback, but I was not going to let it go so easily. “Well, I am grateful for the rain. I …Read More