gratitude-a-thon day 890: the helpers

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Every time a mass shooting happens (and how pathetic is it that I am writing a sentence like that) I fall into the abyss of questions and sadness, where I sometimes get stuck like I’m a fly in a vat of fudge. I begin to feel like the world is a horrible place, and that madness and evil and crazy are everywhere. S.O.S. why did I bring kids to this wasteland, I wonder. Can I have a do-over?

And then the stories begin to surface. The stories of the helpers. The stories of the kindness, and selflessness, and humanity.

And I remember that there is so much more good than bad in the world. I remember that there are more people who want to help than hurt. And I let myself bathe in those stories like a giant bubble bath of lavender (sidebar: have you ever tried that EO French Lavender Serenity bubble bath from Whole Foods? Heaven).

Take a look at this story–major human kindness at work. Out of the blood and carnage and  horror, the helpers. Don’t let yourself be convinced by acts of mental illness and political insanity and hate that the world is bad and there is no hope for us. There is more good than bad. There is more hope than hopelessness. Look for the helpers.


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