We were on our way to having one of those days. Our team did not win. And then the first bike shop was closed. The second bike shop was closed. The outdoors store was closed. And when we tried to drop off a package of mushroom soup, black bean soup, and hazelnut chocolate pudding to friends, they were not at home. It looked like our score for the day was going to be zero for four.
But then.
We found the friends. They were out on a walk and we headed their way. One pleasant stroll through a new neighborhood followed by treats in the back yard and good conversation later, and we achieved the improbable: A good day.
Sometimes, what goes wrong isn’t what matters. It’s the one thing that goes right.
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J.R. Johnson 
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