Most of the time skies are blue and beautiful. But there are times they are dark. The skies have so much to do with our mood. When they are blue we are happy; when skies are cloudy most of us get depressed. I don’t care what the sky looks like. I am happy with my life. I have a great wife, five wonderful children, eight grand kids. How could a man be depressed? Yes it is true, that I am old and disabled. But I consider myself lucky. Not everyone has fourteen people that care about them. I have so much love for them, and they for me. So you see, skies are blue for me all the time.