It is a curious thing in my observations,  how different people may see the very same thing, yet, there will be a slightly different opinion from almost every viewer.

If there are a hundred stores at the mall, each one seems to manage their success from a clientele that differs slightly from the other ninety-nine.

My personal conduct goal is to go positive to any negative.  Not in a showy, conversational comparative situation, that might be construed as confrontational or contrary. When someone says it is a horrid day, I respect that for their experience it is a horrid day.

But for mine, it is probably not a horrid day.  I might even find a way to consider it an excellent or beautiful day.

Excuse me please, but I like being happy, positive, upbeat, shrugging my shoulders in response to the presence of would be burdens.

Many years ago we had an example from Mr H’s cousin or aunt, or twice removed relation; (the specific relation title escapes me) who lost her home in a truly devastating storm.  After the monster weather system had moved up and away, she was seen by the neighbours dancing a jig in the middle of her front yard. “Thank you Jesus!” she said over and over and over again.

Her home was a loss, sort of, perspectively speaking. However, she had kept excellent insurance on it, with a modest deductible. Destroyed with her home was an awful (to her way of thinking) floor plan, interior colours she had grown to detest, and its placement on the lot wrong for the light and the driveway was too narrow.

The loss of her home was a gain; an opportunity to improve, go with new and better.

It is all about the perspective, the silver lining to the clouds, the help in the midst of hassles.