Scream back at the wind

It’s really windy outside.  I'm watching a guy walking backwards to avoid the rush of cold April air in his face.

A woman pushes a double stroller, with a two-ish year old blonde haired girl and dark haired boy in it.  The wind is blowing the stroller sideways.  Their hair is flying everywhere.

The boy has a look of consternation.  He looks like he’d rather be at the doctor’s getting a shot.  His hands are bunched up in his lap.

The girl is laughing, trying unsuccessfully to get the hair out of her face, taking the boy’s hand and raising it up, screaming something at the top of her lungs.

She made me smile.

Maybe you’re smiling right now too.

Maybe she was listening to this song this morning.  It always works for me.

Don’t worry.  Be optimistic.

Optimism is the source of everything good.

It could even cut your risk for heart attack.

So the next time the wind tries to knock you back, scream back at it at the top of your lungs.