Imagine waking one morning in a fabulous mood, feeling like sunshine on the inside. You get dressed, grab a piece of toast, dash out the front door and you’re anticipating a splendid day. You get to the curb, stand there, wait for the light to change, hum a little off-key tune. You hold your face up to be kissed by the sun,
but…no…a car goes by, hits the only puddle in town and splashes you head to toe with oily, muddy slime.
You glance up just in time to see the driver’s face and she doesn’t appear remorseful or even surprised. No, her face looks like a storm cloud, and the look she gives you is one of fury, daring you to suggest she’s at fault.Continue reading The Reality of Ripples