Lessons in the Choices we Make from an Unexpected Visitor

In a dream on Wednesday night, I saw my dad for the first time since he died. We didn’t speak or interact. Hell, we didn’t even make eye contact. The bastard must have better things to do with his time now since I’m pretty sure he chose to ignore me.

I woke up the next morning energized, reminded by my dream that every day we have a choice to bring a smile or a laugh or a brief moment of joy into the lives of the people we encounter. And this jolt of perspective arrived for me at just the right time. (more…)