Recently I watched part of a documentary about World War II on PBS. Not sure the name of it, but one of the interesting things was a story one of the veterans was telling about how they survived down in the trenches. The thing that he held to was that every day the sun would come out, and that would mean that they had survived for another new day. In the scheme of taking things for granted it is interesting that we don’t always appreciate the sun and what it brings. I was especially reminded of it this morning as I forgot to close my blinds last night, so this morning I was awoken by a bright light shining in my eyes. At that point I had the choice of being mad at not getting to sleep any longer, or I could accept that it was a new day and that I’d made it through the night. I chose to let it be a new day.