o　be　opened；　but　my　opportunity　to　be　grasped。　Each　day　to　me　is　a　precious　entity。　The　sun　es　up　and　presents　me　with　twenty…four　brand…new；　wonderful　hours—not　to　pass　but　to　fill。　I’ve　learned　to　appreciate　those　little　all…important　things　I　never　thought　I　had　the　time　to　notice　before—the　play　of　light　on　running　water；　the　music　of　the　wind　in　my　favorite　pine　tree。

I　seem　now　to　see　and　hear　and　feel　with　some　of　the　recovered　freshness　of　childhood。　How　well；　for　instance；　I　recall　the　touch　of　the　springy　earth　under　my　feet　the　day　I　first　stepped　upon　it　after　the　years　in　bed。　It　was　almost　more　than　I　could　bear。　It　was　like　regaining　one’s　citizenship3　in　a　world　one　had　nearly　lost。

Frequently　I　sit　back　and　say　to　myself：　Let　me　make　note　of　this　moment　I’m　living　right　now。　Because　in　it　I’m　well；　happy；　hard　at　work　doing　what　I　like　best　to　do。　It　won’t　always　be　like　this；　so　while　it　is；　I’ll　make　the　most　of　it。　And　afterwards；　I’ll　remember　and　be　grateful。

All　this　I　owe　to　that　long　time　spent　“on　the　sidelines”　of　life。　Wiser　people　e　to　this　awareness　without　having　to　acquire　it　the　hard　way。　But　I　wasn’t　wise　enough。　I’m　wiser　now—a　little—and　happier。

“Look　thy　last　on　all　things　lovely—every　hour！”　With　these　words　Walter　de　la　Mare　sums　up　for　me　my　philosophy　and　my　belief。　God　made　this　world—in　spite　of　what　man　now　and　then　tries　to　do　to　unmake　it—a　dwelling　place　of　beauty　and　wonder；　and　He　filled　it　with　more　goodness　than　most　of　us　suspect。　And　so　I　say　to　myself：　Should　I　not　pretty　often　take　time　to　absorb　the　beauty　and　the　wonder。。。　to　contribute　at　least　a　little　to　the　goodness？　And　should　I　not　then；　in　my　heart；　give　thanks？　Truly　I　do。　This　I　believe。

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