Plenty of red

When my granddaughter was about 3 or 4 years old, her favorite color was red.  One day I bought her a beautiful red dress.  Just two days later I came upon her in her new dress and there was a big blue slash right across the front of it!
Horrified, I said, "Oh honey, what's that on your dress?"
Very matter-of-factly, she said, "Oh, it's paint."
"Will it come out?" I asked.
"No," she said.
"Oh, no!" I exclaimed.
Very patiently she explained, "It's okay Grandma, there's plenty of red left."

The important thing, you see, was the red.  And there was still plenty of it.

When you think disaster has struck, try to see if there's enough red left.