Give me a good digestion, Lord and also something to digest.
Give me a healthy body, Lord and the sense to keep it as its best.
Give me a healthy mind, Lord, and keep the good and pure in sight.
When seeing sin be not appalled, but find a way to set it right.
Give me a mind that is not bored, that does not whimper, whine or sigh.
Don’t let me worry overmuch about this fussy thing called I.
Give me a sense of you, my Lord, give me the grace to see a joke.
To find some happiness in life and pass it on to other folks.

from page 239-40 of Love is the Reason for it All, the Shirley Booth story.

Isn't that a good description of Hazel?