Horseys

Dad and I got back from our trip to Reno yesterday.
For the first time, we took the train there. It was a nice ride, and the station was just a couple blocks from our hotel.
Dad's friend drove us around for one of the days, and we went up to look for wild horses. We saw more mustangs than we've ever seen before - either 35 or 36 gathered in 4 separate bands.
The train was about 3 hours late on the way home though. I didn't mind, because we weren't in a rush, and I had a book and a sketchbook and stuff. Dad was actually happy for the delay becausehe got to spend more time on the train (he loves trains).
The guy across from me was angry though. He was on the phone most of the time, complaining about how this was his first train ride and it was awful. When they passed out free treats to apologize to the passengers, he actually threw his on the ground in disgust. He was making himself really upset.
What's the point of getting so upset? You can't make the train move any faster. Getting angry isn't a fun thing to do. Isn't it nicer just to calm down and read a book or something? Or enjoy the scenery? (I get upset about things too, but I've gotten pretty good about letting it go quickly).
I think Ghandi said something like this: If there is a way to overcome the suffering, then there is no need to worry. If there is no way to overcome the suffering, then there is no use in worrying.
Basically, worrying won't get you anywhere. It just makes you upset. And getting upset often makes more bad things happen.
That's what's great about Pollyanna. She always finds the good side of things.