I ran with a friend of mine this morning. We ran in a neighborhood which is about halfway from each of our homes and there are a few rolling hills (pretty rare around here). We used to run together here every Monday for quite some time, especially when he was training for his last marathon. For various reasons it had been quite some time since we met and did this route.
When people hear the name Dixie, they sometimes mistake him for a woman or even a dog!
But, Dixie has kind of a special quality about him, a truly positive spirit. He might be talking about a car accident, brain surgery, trouble making ends meet, or any number of crises (come to think of it, he does seem to get more than his fair share). But, while he's talking about these things, there's always a hint of optimism and if at all possible, a hint of happiness at things not being worse than they are. If someone can be happy through the worst of times, they must be doing something right.
So, today, and many other times I am grateful for my friend Dixie.
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