The husband and I enjoyed a dinner at our favorite Chinese restaurant.   As expected, a plate with pineapple bits and fortune cookies arrived with the bill.  I stared at mine a bit, feeling nervous.  It was broken and part of the fortune winked at me from within the cracked cookie.  I thought to myself:
     “Oh, no!  My fortune’s broken!  It won’t work!”
Silly, I know.    But, I ended up with my husband’s fortune anyway.  It said something about dwelling on the negative only contributes to the negativity.  It fit him better.   So I set it in front of him with a grin.  And his fortune reminded me that working with children is “miraculously rewarding.”  Since I do work with children, he gave it to me.  
     My “miraculous” fortune slip is in my wallet.