
Stephanie Immelman is the new CEO of the Delray Chamber.
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Stephanie Immelman is the new CEO of the Delray Chamber.

Words to live by…and he does.
My friend Fran Marincola turns 80 today.
He has asked me to write his eulogy.
This isn’t it.
Fran has a lot more life left to live. I’m sure of it.
He has a passion for a whole bunch of things—his wife, his restaurant, the wonderful Caffe Luna Rosa, Mickey Mantle, Delray Beach, national politics, the stock market, Bruce Springsteen, dogs, his family, friends, storytelling and a whole lot more.
I think your passions keep you going. So does a weekly happy hour or “manly lunch” where you can tell those stories, spar with friends and the share the week’s news.
Fran and I have been friends for close to 20 years.
Our friendship started out in a very strange way. I was a newly elected city commissioner and he called to pitch me on some parking contraption that today would have made sense, but I didn’t like it at the time.
So we argued. And argued. And argued and argued some more. Until both of our cell phones died.
It was the start of a beautiful and somewhat volatile friendship because I find myself debating Fran via phone and text 2-3 times a week, in between phone calls and texts and emails where we actually get along quite well and agree with each other.
I admit, sometimes I will actually pick a fight with my friend.
Why? Because he’s a fun guy to debate, he has funny sayings, makes interesting arguments and the whole experience —and Fran is an experience— makes me sharper. It’s not fun to always agree. And we prove that people can disagree—passionately (because Fran is passionate about things) and still like each other very much.
So yes, sometimes I will invite a disagreement just to spice up the week and keep us both sharp. I feel I am providing him with a needed service.
Fran doesn’t like absolutes and so if you want to get him going text him and say ‘so and so doesn’t have a chance to win an election, an Oscar or a Super Bowl.’
It makes him crazy, because his mind works like a mathematician and therefore there is always a chance of something occurring even if it’s remote.
As I have gotten to know Fran, I marvel at the life he has led or should I say the many lives he has led.
He’s worked on boardwalks, owned nightclubs, took acting classes with Broadway stars, travelled far and wide, owned a slew of businesses, made and lost fortunes and hob knobbed with some very famous and infamous people. In short, he is a character. One of the great characters in Delray Beach.
I think characters make a town. They give a place flavor and excitement and set it apart from other blander places.
Fran is a world class character in a town full of world class characters. I have long felt that we in Delray Beach are blessed with more than our fair share of characters—something I briefly touched on in my book “Adventures in Local Politics.”
It seems that all sorts of people are attracted to quaint Florida beach towns and they come from all over creation to add the salt to the water.
I have a friend who believes that Florida attracts modern day rogues and pirates who stop here until they are found out and then migrate to the Keys. The last stop is usually the islands, according to his theory.
There may be some truth to that, but not all characters are rogues and pirates and some like my friend Fran are lovable, big-hearted, generous and compassionate people.
Fran scores the highest on those four categories and that’s why I and many others love and respect him.
He has offered me a ton of hard won wisdom always delivered in an entertaining and unforgettable way. I have resisted some of that wisdom, but he has never held my stubborn streak against me and for that I am grateful.
He has stood by me in good times and in bad times and has proven to be a true friend.
One thing you learn—and for me it was the hard way—is that when you are a public official you have an endless amount of friends and some of them are fair weather. But it’s your true friends who stick by you when your title goes away and you drift off into the next phase of your life.
Fran sticks with his friends through thick and thin.
I have come to admire his business acumen and his strong desire to take care of his employees and customers no matter what. I admire that he is close to his children and grandchildren and that he’s a devoted husband to Kim (another one of my all-time favorite peeps).
I like that he will try new things with a smile and share his past with his closest friends—warts and all. And I’ve come to realize that the warts aren’t really warts after all. Not when they forge character, teach lessons and shape who you become.
My friendship with Fran has been a gift.
It’s nice to have a friend who is a few years older because they can really teach you things if you are willing to listen. And I am, even though I may pretend not to agree with some of his more “colorful” theories on life and love.
He’s given all of his friends the twin gifts of wisdom and laughter. That’s no small thing.
This is my small gift in return.
I hope he is not Disappointed! (Inside joke).
Happy 80th my friend. Here’s too many more playful arguments and good times to come.

My favorite photo of Fran taken on one of his daily walks around Delray.

Boca Economic Development Director Jessica Del Vecchio, Body Details CEO Claudio Sorrentino and Celsius CEO John Fieldly talk business at the Boca Raton Innovation Campus.
It had been many years since I had visited the old IBM campus in Boca Raton.
I had forgotten how big it was and what a large role it had played in the economic life of Southern Palm Beach County.
At its height, more than 10,000 IBMers worked on the picturesque campus and down Congress Avenue in Delray in the Arbors buildings.
It was a remarkable era.
Those memories came flooding back when I attended an event last week at the site which is now known as BRIC for Boca Raton Innovation Campus.
Crocker Partners has poured millions of dollars into the campus and it looks magnificent.
The effort has been hugely successful attracting a slew of companies to the campus including Modernizing Medicine and Vitacost which is now owned by Kroger.
It’s impressive.
I was at BRIC to root for my friend John Fieldly, the CEO of Celsius, a company that my company is heavily invested in. John was on a panel of health care entrepreneurs which included the chief Medical Officer of MDVIP, the chief marketing officer of Vitacost and the CEO of Body Details, a high growth laser hair and skin rejuvenation company.
The panel discussion was moderated by Boca Economic Development Director Jessica Del Vecchio and she led a fascinating discussion on workplace culture, marketing, growth and where the health space is going.
Jessica is a rock star, truly a next level economic developer. Boca is very lucky to have her. Her small office gets big results. She knows how to sell Boca.
At the networking breakfast before the panel, I had a chance to catch up with another friend Pete Martinez, the former IBM site executive, who is now involved in several promising artificial intelligence companies.
Pete reminded me of the site’s legacy. Boca is where the PC was invented but it’s also the birthplace of tech that launched robotics, data analytics, AI and so much more. Boca IP can be found in cellphones, ATM’s and so many more pieces of our daily lives. It’s quite a legacy and it was cool to hear Pete’s pride in the legacy of the location.
It’s also cool to see BRIC and Crocker Partners extend that legacy.
Boca is remarkable when you think about it.
Sure you hear the knocks, but the city aspires, there’s a lot of business happening there, a lot of technology, education, finance and cutting edge medicine too.
The Boca Raton Innovation Campus and its event series is a welcome and needed addition to our local economy.
I can’t wait to go back. And I urge you to visit if you have a chance.

Our golden Teddy
Editor’s Note: It’s movie week on the blog. Check out our Blinded by the Light post on yourdelrayboca.com
If you love dogs don’t miss the new movie “The Art of Racing in the Rain.”
Bring Kleenex though.
The movie is beautifully shot, features an adorable Golden Retriever named Enzo and has some scenes that will tear at your heart strings. It also features some great music by George Harrison.
The movie is based on the book of the same name by Garth Stein.
I think my friend Jim Nolan gave me that book several years ago. I remember liking it very much.
Jim is a dog lover, like I am. He used to take his dog Goober to the Delray Green Market. The big old Bassett Hound with the soulful expression would auction off kisses for a few bucks. He was quite the guy.
But Goober got old and passed. To me and others the Green Market is not quite the same without old Goober. But that’s what a good dog will do. They work their way into your heart and never quite leave. That’s a good thing.
Dogs are having a moment as they say.
They are everywhere—movies, Subaru ads and all over social media.
One of my favorite Instagram accounts is called UPS Dogs, which features dogs that UPS drivers encounter as they deliver our parcels. Check it out, it’s great.
Anyway, The Art of Racing in the Rain is a two-hour marketing campaign for golden retrievers.
As if they need any help.
Folks, golden retrievers are truly terrific dogs.
I’ve had four—one mix and three purebreds.
All have been exceptional companions—and three were rescues so it is possible to adopt this popular breed if you so desire. I hope you do, because they rescue us too.
They rescue us from our self-indulgence and our anxiety.
The movie notes that dogs never think about the past or the future, they live in the present and that’s a good thing to be reminded of if you’re a person. Fixating on the past can hold us back, worrying about the future can also be harmful but being present in the moment is always a good thing.
The Art of Racing in the Rain really got to me. I felt this movie viscerally. It may be a tad predictable and melodramatic and it’s likely that dogs don’t have quite the inner life that Enzo does in the movie. It’s also unlikely that their inner voice sounds like a grizzled Kevin Costner. But maybe, just maybe, dogs do have this rich inner life.
I have two dogs—a golden named Teddy and a Chihuahua mix named Randy who we adopted 15 years ago at the Delray Affair.
The CRA used to let the Animal Rescue Force set up shop in its parking lot. One of the main volunteers from ARF (a terrific organization) worked in Delray’s Code Enforcement Department at the time. Randy is 16 and a half now, blind and losing his hearing. He’s been a great dog and a loyal friend.
But the sniffles I tried hard to stifle at The Art of Racing in the Rain were mostly because Enzo the star of the film looked exactly like our Teddy.
Teddy—like many goldens—is fighting cancer. This year he has endured surgery, radiation and chemo. The treatment left him with osteoarthritis which seems to flare when the weather gets wet which is often these days. Seeing him limp and struggle tugs at our hearts. Looking into his beautiful eyes and petting his soft hair often brings a lump to my throat. There’s something about this dog that resonates very deep. He touches something in my heart and has from the moment that Linda Ripps from Golden Retrievals in Boca Raton brought him over so that we could adopt him.
I can’t quite place why. I’ve loved all of my dogs similarly and have been grateful for their presence in my life.
Dogs enliven a house, comfort you when you’re down and love you unconditionally and completely. Yes, they are a major responsibility and a heartache waiting to happen but I wouldn’t want to change a thing—unless of course we could find a way to make them live longer and healthier lives.
In the movie, Enzo longs to be a human so he can better communicate with those he loves.
Enzo is frustrated that he can’t visit a loved one in the hospital or race cars which he believes he was born to do.
He finds himself fascinated by human rituals, abilities and beliefs.
I think Teddy may have the same thoughts—still waters run deep.
Randy…let’s just say Randy is pretty wrapped up in being a dog. He thinks he’s bigger than he is, but he seems content to be what he is.
Anyway, The Art of Racing in the Rain is laden with messages, lessons and wisdom.
And if you have a dog like Enzo–as I do— it will make you want to come home and love him or her even more.
That’s always a good option—to love more. That’s what dogs do so well.

Blinded By The Light is based on a true story.
If you haven’t seen the movie “Blinded By The Light” do yourself and your mood a favor and see it on the big screen.
Make sure the theater has a good sound system because the music is sublime and the story makes you want to conquer the world.
We caught the movie recently at iPic and it exceeded my already high expectations.
For me, the movie ticked a lot of boxes:
I love a good coming of age story.
I love stories about fathers and sons.
I love movies that take place in the 1980s—because I remember the 80s. (It’s a little fuzzy but MTV actually played music videos and there was a lot of big hair).
Oh and it features the story of a teenage boy who tackles life’s challenges inspired by the music of Bruce Springsteen.
I like Bruce. A lot.
So while I expected to enjoy a light hearted story powered by Springsteen’s music I discovered that the movie had so many other layers.
It’s not a “Mamma Mia” type movie (as good as that was) it’s more socially conscious and raises issues that we are dealing with today namely race, class, inequality and our unique human ability to hate others simply because they look or worship differently than we do.
Of course, the film’s worldview is balanced by the strength of friendship, love, family, romance and some amazing lyrics from a poet who emerged from Asbury Park, New Jersey and was able to touch people all over the world with a message of hope despite how hard life can be.
“Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted.”
Bruce Springsteen, The Promised Land.
It’s a message I think we all need to hear. Because this world can be harsh—political division, mass shootings, opioid abuse, racism, misogyny, environmental degradation, homelessness, hacking and hostility. It’s a lot to digest.
And to quote Bruce, it can leave you lost and broken-hearted.
We’re not immune here in affluent Boca and #alwaysavillage Delray.
Nope.
There’s crime, drug abuse, violence, tension and division.
I’ve long contended that Delray is America in 16 square miles. The diversity is what makes our city a fascinating place.
We are a city of contrasts—great wealth and deep poverty. We are diverse and yet deeply segregated.
People in our community struggle mightily. Some struggle to stay, others struggle to get out and still others long to be here.
In the movie, our hero Javid, is a Pakistani teenager regularly bullied by his English neighbors.
The National Front marches in his town of Luton and attacks his family. His Pakistani neighbors suffer from degrading and demoralizing vandalism.
The local auto plant lays off half of its workforce and jobs are scarce.
America is also wrestling with some of these issues as hate, job insecurity and violence are unfortunately a part of our daily lives and discourse.
But often answers –or at least some respite —can be found in art, in this case music.
Great lyrics can inspire and motivate. Words matter. They can be used to harm people by telling them to “go back home” or they can heal by offering a way out or a way forward.
As Bruce says…
“The highway’s jammed with broken heroes
On a last chance power drive
Everybody’s out on the run tonight
But there’s no place left to hide
Together, Wendy, we can live with the sadness
I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh, someday, girl, I don’t know when
We’re gonna get to that place
Where we really wanna go and we’ll walk in the sun
But ’til then, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run.”
Check out Blinded By the Light it’s the feel good movie of the summer.
9/11 will always be a somber day for our country.
It’s hard to imagine that 18 years have passed since that fateful day when terrorists killed nearly 3,000 Americans with strikes on the Twin Towers, The Pentagon and United Flight 93 in Shanksville, PA.
I think all Americans who were alive that day have personal memories of 9/11.
As a native New Yorker it stung badly to see the Twin Towers fall. We had gone there on a school field trip, visited the Windows on the World restaurant and I had known some people who worked in the iconic buildings.
I would later learn that a childhood friend, Mike Boyle, an off duty New York City firefighter would perish in the towers. He sped to the scene when he saw what was happening. I would later find his name at the memorial and I think of him often as I am sure others do. He was a special guy.
We lost lots of special people that horrible day.
I watched the Towers get hit while in the newsroom at the old Boca News. I had sold my publication to the News two years before and they kept me on board.
September 11 fell on a Tuesday. I was on the City Commission for a little over a year at the time. At first, we did not grasp the enormity of the day and I remember we held a meeting or a workshop—as if life could go on as normal. We had no conception of how much life would change.
As the days and weeks unfolded so much had changed.
We discovered that many of the terrorist plotters had lived in our community. At the Hamlet and Laver’s…working out at World Gym, going to Huber Drugs, conducting research at the old city library.
I had friends who had encounters with what they now realized were strange men, murderers. We had police officers who stopped them for traffic violations and one who responded to calls of a dog bite where they saw the men who were plotting. Nobody knew that they brushed up against pure evil. These were the days before national databases so there was no way to cross check or to know.
When it was revealed that the plotters lived In Delray the media swarmed. Our mayor Dave Schmidt appeared on national morning shows. The rest of us were contacted by national media as well.
The theory was that South Florida and Delray were chosen because the terrorists felt they could blend in here with our diversity.
At the office, we watched with fear when one of our neighboring buildings which housed AMI, the parent company of the National Enquirer was sealed off when anthrax was sent through the mail killing a photographer.
Suddenly, our mail room became a source of concern. It was surreal.
It was as if the world was tilted off its axis.
When catastrophe strikes, you strive for normalcy but it’s elusive.
Back in those days, our Fire Chief Kerry Koen had started a wonderful tradition at Halloween.
Commissioners were assigned to fire trucks and we drove through neighborhoods giving treats to children who swarmed the big red trucks with excitement and joy. It was tremendous fun and a wildly popular activity.
On the Halloween after 9/11, we were on trucks that began to respond to calls from parents who feared that their children had brought anthrax back in their candy carriers.
The powder that they suspected turned out to be sugar. And in one case, a frightened man thought he was a victim when he found what turned out to be sand in his apartment.
Things had changed.
We sent firefighters to Ground Zero and I wonder and worry about their health as a result. Experts estimate that more people will end up dying from exposure to toxins after the attack than died that day.
I met someone recently vacationing in Delray who was battling cancer caused by the exposure. That’s why it was so important for Congress to fully fund health benefits for victims.
If you visit our fire headquarters on West Atlantic Avenue you will see a piece of artwork dedicated to the memory of the 343 firefighters who perished that day.
It’s worth a visit.
When I remember those days, I recall how we gathered to meet and pray at Old School Square and the Community Center and how on subsequent anniversaries we lit candles and remembered those lost that day on the front lawn of Old School Square.
I think of how we as a community and we as a nation were united by tragedy. How we grew closer, at least for awhile.
And I wonder if we will ever feel that way again and why it takes a tragedy of indescribable horror to bring us together.
And I remember my childhood friend Mike Boyle who was the fastest kid in our class and how he raced up the stairs into the fire when everyone else was fleeing.

We all know the type….the glass is always half empty.
The rain clouds are always coming.
Failure is around every corner.
Pessimism is a trait that is especially acute during stressful times, such when we watched incessant news coverage of Hurricane Dorian as it threated South Florida before turning north.
I know folks who predicted Armageddon and they are not crazy—we dodged a bullet and the footage that we see from The Bahamas could have easily been us. I get it and I’m grateful.
But these folks were sure—rock solid sure—- of the hurricane track even when the experts weren’t and so to my mind they lean toward the pessimistic side. They are lovable. They are well-meaning and they are caring. But if you lived with them you would need intravenous Xanax.
The sky is always falling, your ideas are always full of holes and they are always there to poke a hole in your enthusiasm.
If you are an entrepreneur, these folks—within reason—are needed and necessary. They keep you sharp, they force you to answer questions and think through solutions to the weaknesses in your ideas.
But you can’t be a pessimist and succeed.
There’s no progress without risk.
In fact, I would argue that the key to success can be found in the following sentence: “do what everyone else is not doing and be right.”
If you scratch under the surface of every business you will often stumble across the notion that nobody thinks (fill in the blank) will work.
Do you really think someone is going to rent a room from a stranger? (AIRBNB)
Do you think someone is going to hail a ride from a stranger and abandon taxis? (Lyft, Uber).
Blockbuster will be here forever, every American visits it once a week to rent a video. You think you are going to compete by mailing DVD’s? (Netflix, before streaming).
Delray is Dull Ray. It will never turn around. (Delray Beach)
Boca will never survive IBM leaving, Big Blue built that town. (Boca Raton)
Doing something that nobody thinks is right or possible is the beginning of every success story.
Pessimists make the definitive statements.
Optimists defy the naysayers.
And guess what, there is a reward for optimism and now it’s scientifically proven.
That reward is longevity.
That’s right. Optimists live longer.
But before we delve briefly into the science, what is optimism?
Optimism is a psychological attribute characterized as the general expectation that good things will happen, or the belief that the future will be favorable because one can control important outcomes.
Previous scientific studies reported that more optimistic individuals are less likely to suffer from chronic diseases and die prematurely. But new results further suggest that optimism is specifically related to an 11 percent to 15 percent longer life span, on average, and to greater odds of achieving “exceptional longevity,” that is, living to the age of 85 or beyond. These relations were independent of socioeconomic status, health conditions, depression, social integration, and health behaviors (e.g., smoking, diet, and alcohol use).
Hey, I didn’t make that up. That info comes from the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.
So bottom line: try to be optimistic. And if you have any trouble deciphering which side of the optimist/pessimist divide you might fall on try answering this simple question.
What’s the difference between a pessimist and an optimist?
A pessimist says “things can’t get any worse”
And optimist says “sure they can!”
We’re kidding with that one of course. A pessimist would say we did that on purpose, an optimist would see the humor in the line and forward this blog to everyone they know.

After a major hurricane, there is an overwhelming desire to do something to help those who were most impacted by the event.
In the wake of Hurricane Dorian, there is a great need to help our neighbors in The Bahamas.
There are a lot of efforts being organized and it can be confusing if you want to donate.
While there are scores of reputable organizations rushing to meet the needs of The Bahamas, I can safely recommend BahamasStrong.org because I know many of its principals including Kirsten Stevens, Danny Alberttis and Sarah Crane. All three and have extensive non-profit experience, deep community ties and big hearts.
Using their long established community connections in The Bahamas, Bahamas Strong will coordinate the receipt, storage and distribution of donated supplies. Through their fiscal sponsor, Enterprise Palm Beach, a registered 501(C)(3), they are able to collect funds and distribute them directly to the agencies on the ground.
Bahamas Strong is leading an awareness campaign to drive donations of hard goods to collection points. This includes supplies of food, water, first aid, and construction materials. They are also collecting funds to be distributed to agencies who are conducting relief operations. Another focus will be organizing the Florida boating and aviation communities to coordinate safe transportation of goods collected.
Visit Bahamasstrong.org for a wish list of items and drop off locations. The Delray drop off is at the Chamber of Commerce at 140 NE First Street.
You can also donate by texting Dorian to 21000.
Again, there are many fine efforts underway, this is just one that I know will do a great job.
Stay safe and remain vigilant, there’s plenty of the hurricane season left.

Things We Loved in August

Today is my birthday.
I’m 55.
Eligible to move to 55 and over communities and edging closer to coveted senior discounts at movies and places like the Old Country Buffet.
I’m already eligible for 10 percent off at Banana Republic and 15 percent off at Bealls Outlet but only on Tuesdays, when I’m working and unable to get to an outlet.
But I digress.
Birthdays with 0’s and 5’s get progressively tougher.
Oh, 20 and 25 are cool.
But 30 and 40 and 50 are really rough. I enjoyed 35—thought that was kind of the perfect age, just the right amount of seasoning. But 45 induced a twinge of mortality and this birthday brings a mix of emotions.
When you hit your 50s you start to feel a little more comfortable with who you are. The little things don’t bother you as much and you learn to avoid toxic people. You learn not to feed negativity.
You also learn to appreciate the good times, the good people and the love in your life.
Good friends become more precious. Good times and laughter more valued.
Experiences take precedence over “things.”
It’s a good time of life.
By the time most people reach their 50s they have experienced a whole lot.
Love, loss, joy, sadness, parenthood, career successes, career setbacks and everything in between.
What makes the 50s so poignant is this feeling that in so many ways you are at the top of your game.
You have perspective, knowledge and hard fought experience. But you can also see the end game.
It sounds morbid and hopefully its decades away, but you realize how life is a blur and how time seems to fly.
My best buddy from childhood texted me some old photos while I was writing this. Some cannot be shared, taken when we were young and somewhat foolish as young men should be (within limits) which we managed to always observe.
Some were from high school graduation and others were from a trip we took to visit his parents in Arizona which dovetailed with my 30th birthday. I blinked and 25 years passed.
Looking at that photo of us standing in 100 degree plus heat at the Pima Air Museum with his dad Mickey brought a smile to my face and a catch to my throat. Mickey is gone and I really loved him. So is my mom and she was the world to all of us. Both were around back then—in fact they were about the age we are now.
In 1994, I was a father to a four year old and a two year old. Now my oldest is turning 30 and is well into a teaching career and my little boy is an accountant who advises me on my taxes.
So there’s a lot of pride at this point in your life—you get to see your kids succeed and your friends do some amazing things in their lives and careers. A buddy of mine just sold his company for a mind blowing number and will be sailing the world and others are climbing the ladder of success or retiring after really making a mark.
But we’ve also lost some classmates and been touched by disease. Happy hour discussions these days range from politics, movies, sports (the usual) to prostate health and various aches and pains. Sometimes we pass mirrors and wonder who the old guy is that’s staring back at us.
But if you look closer you also see wisdom and depth. Hair lines recede but knowledge grows.
A few weeks ago, CNN’s Anderson Cooper did an interview with comedian Stephen Colbert that got quite a bit of attention.
Colbert lost his father and two brothers in an airplane crash when he was 10 years old. It was a crushing life defining loss.
“I was personally shattered,” he says. “And then you reform yourself in this quiet, grieving world that was created in [your] house.”
But as a religious man he found the strength to forge a life making other people laugh.
Cooper, who recently lost his mother, was visibly moved by Colbert’s response.
He asks Colbert, “You [once] said, ‘What punishment of God’s are not gifts?’ Do you really believe that?”
To which Colbert replies, “Yes. It’s a gift to exist and with existence comes suffering. There’s no escaping that.”
Regarding his losses, Colbert says, “I don’t want it to have happened. I want it to not have happened. But if you’re grateful for your life — and I’m not always — then you have to be grateful for all of it.”
You have to be grateful for all of it. What a wonderful belief.
Loss and the prospect of an end can make you love more deeply. It can help you develop a greater understanding of other people and life itself.
So yes, 0’s and 5’s can be tough if all you think about is aging, loss and your own mortality. But if I have learned one thing in my 55 years it is to be aware of the lessons that life is trying to teach you. The universe or a higher power sends messages all the time if we care to be alert to them.
It could be a cardinal in your backyard or it could be an interview with a comedian you admire who reminds you to be grateful for all of it.
Be grateful for all of it.
And I am.
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