While watching Jeremy Lin playing Minnesota Timberwolves on TV, I happened to read the news about Whitney Houston's death. Shocked, I switched to Channel 6--CNN to double check the news. Yes, it's true--she died at her room at the Hilton Hotel! As soon as I knew the news was true, my first reaction was "Oh, no, don't tell me she died of drug abuse." All of a sudden, Whitney Houston's death dampened the excitement of watching Jeremy Lin. After turning off TV, I turned on my laptop. Here I am blogging in my own valley.
Having lived for more than half a century, I have to admit my world is comparatively simpler and smaller than most others of my age. For example, I've seldom had the experience of feeling excited and then sad a minute later. I want to thank God for lack of this experience in my life. Only people who cherish simplicity and are blessed enough to be immune from such unbearable turmoils as destitution, divorce, serious illnesses, or death can understand the lack of the experience of such extreme emotions is a blessing.
Though nobody else should be responsible for whatever we do except us, I still think the ones we love or associate with may have an impact on us to a degree. "If Whitney Houston had not been married to Bobby Brown, maybe she would have had a different life." This is what I said to my husband. Right after that, I added, "I'm glad I'm married to a right man because our marriage has helped me change into a person I like better." Though Dan said nothing, I knew he appreciated my words.
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