I met a man in an airport. His first words to me were: “Have a blessed day.” I smiled. I said: “Those are just about the best words anyone can say to someone.” He smiled. After a beat, he told me he had been wrongly accused of a crime, and spent twenty years in prison. I looked at him, astonished. I asked how he had kept his spirit alive. He said, “God wakes me in the morning. He must have a purpose for me. And others have had it far worse. ”
We spoke a little longer before he went on his way.
Gratitude. He was full of gratitude – gratitude to God. He knew where to focus. And he knew where he placed his focus was his freedom. I took his message to heart.
~ Christiane Schull
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