A different angle

After persuading a neighbor kid to help watch the kids so I could pick as many berries as possible to last the winter, I stared down at the blueberry bush in front of me and felt a wave of disappointment. There were no berries to be seen. Just as I was ready to cut my losses, I glimpsed a tiny blue orb toward the bottom of the bush. Down on my hands and knees, I looked up at the bush from below. Lo and behold, in front of me hung a plethora of blueberries, ripe for the picking. I just needed to look at the bush from a different angle.

When has a different angle helped you find something?


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