On sharing.

My friend Rosie is happy. Because Donald Trump will become our next president. But I’m unhappy. In fact, downright appalled.  Suppose I should be happy. Because my friend is happy. But life doesn’t work that way. It’s more a matter of to each his/her own. We pick and choose. The circumstances of our own happiness. I’m trying to share Rosie’s happiness. But I can’t. Just don’t have it in me. Makes me wonder. If Rosie shares my sadness. --Jim Broede