Corsicana Daily Sun, Corsicana, Texas


February 11, 2013

Little things mean a lot

When the news is not too good and situations at home and abroad give us pause to wonder what this world is coming to, I try to think of some things to put a more positive attitude uppermost. So here are some people and things that cheer me up.

When people I meet speak first or at least reciprocate when I speak first.

When the items I want in the grocery story are found on the middle shelf instead of way over my head or down next to the floor.

When little children talk to me and don’t pucker up and start to cry.

When I turn the key and my vehicle starts on a cold morning.

When I open the hymn book to the exact page of the chosen hymn.

When I get a telephone call or letter from someone I have just been thinking about.

When I receive a good report from the doctor at my medical check up.

When someone I have been praying for feels God’s power.

When the underdog wins in any given sport.

When it rains if we need it and doesn’t if we don’t.

When I don’t fall asleep and miss the weather report on the evening news.

When I get my income taxes done before the end of February.

When I get to the bottom of the freezer and find something really good that I had forgotten all about.

When a worthy cause like The Salvation Army receives a really big donation.

When an unbelievable photo opportunity comes along and I just happen to have my camera.

When I look in the back of my closet and find something that has been there so long it is back in style.

When I hear that one of my former students has made a success in his or her field of interest.

When I look in my mailbox and find that my medicine came just in time.

When I hear good gospel singers like Glory Bound.

When good news comes from soldiers on duty overseas.

When I get to the grocery store before the specials are all sold out.

When gasoline goes down at least 5 cents a gallon.

When I have enough stamps to send off all my bills and organization reports.

When the Tiger Band marches in a parade or plays “All Hail Corsicana!”

When I hear grade-school children sing at Christmas.

When I find a $10 bill in the pocket of a jacket which I haven’t worn in a while.

When I see a double rainbow after a rain or a sunrise on a frosty morning.

When I reach my destination in Corsicana without getting caught by a train.

When I read a good book again and it is even better the second time.

When I hear a vintage recording of Judy Garland singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” or Kate Smith singing “God Bless America.”

When I finish a project which I have worked on for a long time.

When I am enjoying a performance at the Warehouse Theatre.

When I see cows and horses grazing in the pastures as I drive home through the countryside.

When the sun comes up on a clear day in winter and shines all day long.

When I meet and converse with other people who have the same interests as I do.

When someone gives me an answer to a question I have about people or life itself.

When I open up the pages of the Corsicana Daily Sun and read what it has to say about the day.


Gelene Simpson is a Daily Sun columnist. Her column appears on Tuesdays. Want to “Soundoff” on this column? Email:

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