Location, Location, Location

A while back Cathy chipped one of her front teeth.  I tried to console her by telling her it was no problem, she was making too big a deal out of it, it was hardly noticeable and she shouldn’t worry about it.  Sometimes I guess I don’t know when to shut up. A few days later I was having lunch with a friend at the Cheese Cake Factory and I also chipped a front tooth. God surely has a sense of humor.   Suddenly, I recalled how Cathy’s chipped tooth was no big deal.  Yet, the hole in my number one incisor felt big enough to hold about two-thirds of what was left of my burger.  I obsessed over it for two days until I got to the dentist.

Our neighbor was upset because she found dog poop in her yard. I thought she was making a mountain out of a mole hill. The next day as I was mowing our grass, I stepped into a fresh pile. Suddenly my neighbor’s reaction made more sense. FYI: We do not own a dog! Whether we are talking cracked pearly whites, dog poop or anything in between a great deal of how we react to life is simply a matter of location isn’t it?

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