The Power of Positivity...

I sought my soul, but my soul I could not see.  I sought my god, but my God eluded me.  I sought my brother and I found all three. 

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One available avenue for coronovirus entertainment this summer has been playing tennis in various pairings as a family.  Distracted by the research presentations of Dr. Bjork from the night before, I was moving slowly the following morning, dawdling in my mind palace.  Pete and I headed out anyway for a game of tennis.  Which, for those of you who do not know, I always lose.  It was sweltering by 8:30 a.m. and neither of us was particularly happy to arrive at our community association’s tennis courts to find two guys playing on the shady ones.  We trudged over to the sunny court and made the best of it.  These guys were chatty and bantered with one another after every single shot.  At first, I was annoyed.  Once I actually listened to them, I was intrigued.

“Nice shot!”

“Wow!  That is the play of the day; you nailed that cross-court shot!”

“Your serve is so good this morning, I am starting to think I need to wave a white flag and surrender!”

On and on and on it went - endless compliments and words of affirmation.  Questionable line call?  No Problem.  “Hey, I think it was in!”  Response:  “No, I cannot take that point, I’m sure it was out.”  Reply:  “Well, let’s play it over!” …”Ok!”  

Who ARE these guys, I wondered?  Business partners?  Best friends?  New acquaintances trying to impress one another? No, no and definitely not.  After finishing their set, they offered us the shady court and our switch over was the fastest either of us moved all day.  As they were leaving, one guy referred to the other as “my brother”.  It was all I could do to resist asking for an autograph or an interview on the spot.  I bet these guys are resilient; I bet they thrive in life.  What would your life be like if you had a sibling who enjoyed your wins more than their own?

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