I accompany Gerry to an appointment where the practitioner is personable and good-natured, and she appears to love her work. Her manner is one of the brightest points of my day.
In contrast, the flag people on the road they’re tearing up for the second time in as many years are a surly, cranky crew. Their faces are stoic; their countenance, adversarial. I get irritable every time I pass through the area.
The influence of our attitude is far-reaching. A gentle reminder as I go about my day today.