One of my lovely and tender-hearted colleagues is married to a great guy.
When he was born, his parents named him Alistair, after some long-dead relative. Pretty stuffy name for a little chap. Not exactly the sort of thing you want to advertise on key rings or little plaques over your bedroom door.
When Alistair started school, his friends took matters into their own hands. They immediately re-christened him "Groovy".
The name has stuck.
His friends call him Groovy. His new wife calls him Groovy. Now even his parents call him Grovvy.
I love this story.
It's worth remembering that no matter what you're dealt, changing how you look at it can make a real difference.
Have a groovy day.
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