I recently had a wonderful experience. I was standing in a long line at customs at London's Heathrow Airport after a long flight from the US. We ended up in the midst of a plane load of people from Israel - I recognized the lilting Hebrew words. Ahead of me I saw a bald woman, about my age. As the line twisted back and forth around the rope barrier, she and I came face to face - I said hello. She didn't speak much English, and I know only a little Hebrew. I motioned toward her face and head…

Feeling down? I thought I'd post something to help.



First watch this beautiful version of the song from the musical, Carousel, performed on the Tony Awards:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDb7YnRNxug





When you walk through the storm

Keep your chin up high

And don't be afraid of the dark

At the end of the storm

Is a golden sky

And the sweet silver song of a lark



Walk…