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Some see the glass half full, some see it half empty, some can't see the glass at all for all the drama in their life.
I see the glass full of life-giving water and am thankful for every drop. I see the reflection of a beautiful sunrise, an image of a child running through a sprinkler on a sweltering summer day, a boat dock with a father and son sitting there fishing, a young couple washing their first brand-new car.
I see a young boy being baptized by his father. I see a doctor washing his hands just before delivering my child. I see her mother giving her a bath for the first time.
So, yeah, my glass is half full.
Peace,
Phil