My son tells me that I’m a skeptic, and it’s true. I pretty much don’t believe anything anyone tells me. I don’t know why or when this happened. I blame Mr. G. Not that he’s a huge liar, but he thinks I blame him for everything anyway. So why not?
However at this time of year, when I see little kids and the wonder of the season in their eyes, I am reminded of when I was young. Before I was a skeptic. When I believed in Santa and elves and flying reindeer. Yeah, it was a loooong loooong time ago, but I still recall the joy of simply believing.
I don’t have that simple joy anymore, but there are a few things that I do believe in. Even though I am a skeptic.
That the first snow of the season truly is magical.
That seventy-percent of the people you meet have good hearts.
In the necessity of dressing age and weight appropriate.
A smile and a kind word can help make someone’s day a little better.
And yes, I do believe I own the road.
Are you a skeptic? What do you believe in?