By Dan Miller
December 5, 2008
The economy is in deep trouble, and there's oh so much to worry about.
The stock market has gone crazy... the war just won't end in Iraq... Afghanistan is still a big question mark... banks and giant automobile companies are failing... our personal savings and investments are dwindling... careers are being cut short by layoffs... the threats of terrorism hang over us...
Yet, the other day I stood at a discreet distance -- unnoticed -- and watched my almost 10-year old daughter looking at herself in the mirror.... swaying in dainty little moves to some song playing inside her head.... deciding how she wanted to fix her hair.... speaking softly and lovingly to her puppy who sat at her feet.
Out the bedroom window I could see colorful leaves still clinging to trees, even though fall is swiftly giving way to wintertime.
I watched a neighbor walking his dog in front of our house, waving to another neighbor who was raking some of those colorful leaves that couldn't hold on any longer.
My wife was downstairs in the kitchen mixing and heating cinnamon tea.
The aroma had drifted all the way upstairs.
That night we set out to one of our favorite restaurants.
On the way we passed the Boy Scouts Christmas tree lot, brightly lit and open for business, with enthusiastic young scouts working in the chilly evening air, helping families pick just the right tree.
There was a catchy little James Taylor song on the radio.
The restaurant was warm and comfortable.
We were served by a pleasant young man, and were even greeted by some friends who happened to be dining at a nearby table.
Everybody seemed to be of good cheer that night.
Is the word not getting out?
Don't people know we're in trouble and should be spending our days and nights worrying?
Well, maybe tomorrow.
It's raining outside right now, and it sounds quite soothing on the roof.