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September 30, 2013
I bought the book "Pollyanna" at some secondhand store when I was a kid, and I loved it. What a great idea--to always try to find something to be "glad" about.

But in high school English, classmates laughed at the Pollyanna mentality: "I broke my leg--man, am I glad!" They mocked anyone foolish enough to think or feel that way.

But I wonder--the other kids in honors English came from middle-class two-parent households. Not to say they didn't have their personal griefs--but still. Maybe if they'd faced evictions and food stamp embarrassments they'd reach for reasons to be glad.