My friend Bob is a wine maker. It’s a hobby, but his wines are extraordinary, and they just keep getting better. Recently we had the pleasure (and sore muscles) of helping him crush his 400+ pounds of grapes. No, we didn’t stomp on the grapes like that episode on “I Love Lucy”. Ours was a more sanitary process with nitrile gloves and crushing by hand. It took a team. Plenty of laughter and previous vintages were enjoyed by all.

It occurred to me that vintners must be optimists. You spend a lot of time and money and more time and more money to achieve the perfect blend. The “crush” is the just the first step in wine making. Then you must wait. You wait until the fermentation process begins and add acid and bacteria and “press” and “punch” the grapes and on and on. A lot of dedication and science and more waiting is required. Finally, weeks? months? later the stuff is bottled. And then the real waiting begins. 3 years? 5 years? 10 years? Only an optimist would work that hard on something that might not come to fruition. Or the wine might outlive you before it can be decanted! But my friend Bob is a “glass half full” kind of guy. In his case, it’s a glass half full of wine. God bless him.

Worrying about stuff is something I’m good at. It’s not exactly a hobby but it does consume a lot of my time. I worry about climate change, the wars in Europe and the Middle East, the sad state of U.S. political discourse, gun violence, racism, sexism, terrorism, and all the other “isms” that keep me awake at night. I worry about my grandchildren for all the regular kid stuff plus the extra crap that they’re carrying around now (active shooter drills, road rage, papillomavirus, the internet, bullying, cheating in school by using smart phones and hair styles from the 1970’s).

Where I get myself into trouble isn’t the worrying, it’s the whining. I whine about the how terrible things are or are going to be. I wring my hands and that hurts because of arthritis, and I bitch about that, too. In fact, my whining becomes contagious. It encourages others to whine. And often the pity-party ensues. Oh, woe are we! Everything is terrible and is only going to get worse. I used to scoff when my mother would proclaim that “the world is going to hell in a handbasket” and now I feel her pain. But whining doesn’t help anything or anyone. So, what’s a whining worrier to do?

Prayer helps. And looking forward. And hope.

Mostly I find my solace in the joy of others. Their optimism is transformative. My granddaughter Anna is an honor student and an actress and a student ambassador at her school. She is actively involved in the teen program at her church. She is also a rock-climber (which honestly worries me) who towers cliffs. But she is undaunted. She is so full of life! She is constantly attaining new heights both literally and figuratively. The entire world is in front of her, and nothing seems to slow her down or discourage her from achieving her goals. She’s crushing it! Mostly, she has the gift of being a joy-giver. She is that rare breed of person who makes you feel better by any encounter with her.

So, Bob and Anna remind me that the future is bright and worth waiting for. I thank God for their witness and their faith. They give me hope. And sometimes a really nice glass of wine.

No whining required.

Peace,

Denis