I was 28 when we moved back to our tiny town of St. Joseph, LA. After coming to the realization that my dreams of being a famous artist in Europe had been thwarted, I also forgot something much more important… Gratitude! It took nearly four years of pouting until I grew very tired of myself. It was not pretty.
While I was feeling like my life was over and that I would never see anyone or anything again, I met a lovely lady with the most positive outlook. She survived a terrible accident but was left a paraplegic. The contrast of the difficult wheelchair maneuverability and her glowing positive personality virtually slapped me into reality. That day I remember crying all the way home from Baton Rouge. I soon read The Power of Positive Thinking and became determined to find the positive in every little thing.