The other day I was driving down the highway and BAM, I realized I had a flat tire (certainly not what you want to experience late at night after a long work day).
But suddenly, things shifted in a positive way. I opened my trunk to take out my spare tire, and I found three guitar picks (and a ball pen)! Then, I was like, “Hey, not bad.”
And then I heard angels sing, moved on with my life, and realized that good things come out of bad things.