What is the secret to happiness? In the adult education Spanish class I am taking, we are reading the book, El Alquimista (The Alchemist) by Paulo Coelho. The book touts itself as a fable about following your dreams.
Within this fable is a parable about a merchant sending his son off to consult the wisest of wise men on the secret to happiness. After a long and arduous journey the young man arrives at the abode of the Wiseman. He is sent off for two hours to tour the magnificent structure, but with a teaspoon of oil in his hand and an admonition to not spill the oil. The young man returns to the Wiseman who asks him what he had seen. Continue reading “The Secret to Happiness”


My Uncle Dutch is not a tall man, and he has what we affectionately call a Buddha belly. I know that he was skinny once upon a time. I have seen pictures of him when he was young and in the Navy, but that is not the Harry Dodd I know. He is elderly now, with white hair, and it is hard for me to not think of him in a suit and tie. The first thing that you will probably notice about my Uncle is his smile. While he doesn’t smile all the time, it is certainly there more than it isn’t. And it is the type of smile that just lights up his whole face.