Good News #1

My grandpa used to be one of the most optimistic people I knew.

Apparently with age, life experiences, and a few too many copies Latin tabloids, a bit of his sunny outlook on life has faded.

We were sitting together at the dinner table with my mom enjoying some very delicious Home Run Inn pizza and just chatting about the family, the neighborhood and the news.  After a while, I realized that my grandpa was telling some pretty depressing stories that were close to ruining my half-mushroom, half-sausage slice of goodness.

"Then this one girl got raped...", "Never trust anybody...", "If you see someone on the side of the road and no one is around, keep driving because I read about this one girl who did...".

To which I replied...

"But grandpa, how about you tell me one of the good news stories you've read."

-"There is no good news."

Isn't that just one of the darkest things you can hear from a family figure who used to crawl around on the floor with you and tell you wild stories about finding Aztec gold?

SO, after hearing this, I quickly announced that it would be my mission to start writing about the good news I read or heard about so that maybe I can keep holding on to some of my childhood idealism while it lasts.  I like to think that I can always hold on to the notion that there is always good in the world, but I guess sometimes we just need to remind ourselves.

Here's good news story #1 - The first of what I hope will be many installments :)

Stay positive!