No hay mal que por bien no viene
Today when my nerves were just about at the thinnest – I just can’t seem to coalesce with the world or the people in it lately – my housekeeper came upstairs and said, “I have good news and bad news.”
The good was that I had packages from Fedex (for someone else), the bad news was that the pouring down rain outside was coming down through my kitchen ceiling and there was now a bucket on the counter to catch the water.
She said in Spanish – look at it this way, you’re here and can take care of it, what if you were already gone? What if, I thought to myself dreamily. No hay mal que por bien no viene – there is nothing bad that is not followed by something good. Thank god for sayings, I told her.