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Dear Reader,
Suzanne's on holiday, so today we're running "The Best Of."
I was having lunch with a friend and as I was telling her how great the tomato-basil soup was, she interrupted. "I know this sounds strange, Suzanne, but I was thinking about it the other day. I don't think most people are as happy as they could be--because they've stopped singing. When I was a kid, I used to sing all the time. I wasn't very good at it, but it didn't matter. But then when I was eight years old, I decided I was too old to sing out loud. I think I lost some of my happiness that day."
I wasn't quite sure what prompted her to tell me that story, but it did stick with me. And last week when I was in the CD aisle at a bookstore and saw a burly-looking guy with headphones on--turned way up--singing with reckless abandon, I immediately thought of my friend.
I couldn't help but look at the singing wonder in front of me. And he didn't seem to mind, because when he saw me, he smiled. I wasn't looking his way because I thought he was weird. Actually, I admired him. You've got to feel pretty comfortable in your own skin to sing along. And obviously it just came naturally to him.
When I was a kid we used to sing the song, "If You're Happy and You Know It". If I recall it went like this:
If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands. (clap clap)
If you're happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it.
If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands, stomp your feet, shout "Hurray!". (clap clap)
See you in the music aisle!
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Warmest Holiday Wishes,
Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com
www.DearReader.com
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