Happy

He talked. I listened. By his account, he’d had a lifetime of misery … born under a bad sign … and I began to think it might be true. Still, there had to be a spark of joy somewhere, so I asked him, “What makes you happy?” He was thoughtful, then said, “Well, I do like to fish … and I’m a pretty fair gardener … but I’d have to say to be with my grandkids would make me happy.” I thought to encourage him, fishing and gardening with his grandchildren … but he was already there with them … on the lake … in the garden.