One of the first things I do every morning, even before I get out of bed, is check the news to discover if something good happened while I was asleep. I rarely find any such news. Just about all that is reported is crime, war, hatred, Democrats, Washington, D.C., California, New York City, the Middle East, Congress, China, Trump is Hitler, transgenderism, promiscuity and decadence, ad nauseam, ad infinitum. Every time I see a picture of Gavin Newsom, AOC, Nancy Pelosi, or Chuck Schumer, I want to puke. And since I’m only allowed 1,000 words for this article and want to say other things, I’ll leave it at that, and let the reader add to the list of barbaric and barfable objects as he/she wishes. But I don’t really wonder why I’m so cynical and have chronic depression.

However, this morning, I got a boost in the other direction. I received an email from a church I used to attend in Lubbock, Texas, and it spoke of a gospel (revival) meeting they were sponsoring next month. And it got me to thinking how I, too often, get caught up in the trap of always accentuating the negative and not seeing the positive. Folks, there are many, many good people out there, doing countless deeds of kindness, gentleness, and mercy every day. A few of them even have a (D) after their names. And my mind went in a different direction today; hence, this article.

Occasionally, I, and........

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