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  • My name is Kevin Carroll. I was born and raised in San Francisco, California, where I attended Saint Ignatius College Preparatory. I am a graduate of both Santa Clara University and the University of San Francisco. Following a 40-year career in teaching and pastoral ministry, I launched a new career as a writer and speaker.

    I live in San José, California. My wife, Kathy, and I have three adult sons and five precious grandchildren. I have much for which to be grateful.

    I can be reached via email at kmc43sjc@gmail.com

    My books are available for purchase online from Amazon. I also have copies of some of these titles at my home for those who would like to buy them directly from me.

    A Moment’s Pause for Gratitude  (2017)

    Cherries in the Summer  (2021)

    The Ambassador of 38th Avenue  (2022)

    Dad: 12 Questions…  (2023)

    A Focus on Gratitude  (2024)

    Through the Lens of Gratitude  (2024)

    A Bahamian Odyssey (2026)

  • “Coffee Break”

    “Coffee, the favorite drink
    of the civilized world.” 
    Thomas Jefferson

    I am not a coffee drinker. I grew up in a home where the preferred hot beverage was tea. The only times I can recall coffee brewing in our 38th Avenue home in San Francisco was when my parents had company for dinner and when my paternal grandmother would live with us for a couple of weeks at a time following hospital stays. Although I detest the taste of coffee, I savor the aroma of fresh brewed coffee. 

    I fully agree with the words of Jessi Lane Adams who said, “Coffee smells like freshly ground heaven.” Yes, there is something special about the fragrance of coffee.

    Consumers have many options for getting a good cup of coffee. Of course, there’s Starbucks. Some, however, prefer Peet’s. Still others don’t mind paying the prices at Philz. I’ve heard that Dunkin’ Donuts and McDonald’s are also known for serving a good cup of coffee. The lines at Blue Bottle Coffee in San Francisco would also indicate that their products are highly desired.

    As a non-coffee drinker, I still appreciate the ambiance at coffee shops. My favorite, by far, is Orchard Valley Coffee on East Campbell Avenue in downtown Campbell, California. I enjoy their orange-spice tea. Sandwiches I’ve purchased there have consistently exceeded my expectations, and the pastries and coffee cakes are a constant temptation.

    Inside Orchard Valley Coffee there are about a dozen tables of various sizes, along with a few comfortable sofas and easy chairs. The wifi connection is consistently reliable, as well. This is why I thoroughly enjoy spending time at Orchard Valley Coffee to do some writing and reading.

    The owner of Orchard Valley Coffee is Eve Ngov, better known in the Campbell community as “Mama.” She oversees the daily operation of the business. As a hands-on manager, Mama takes an active role in every aspect of the operation, including the roasting of coffee beans. The greatest gift she brings to her business, however, is her warm, hospitable personality. She and her staff make every visit to Orchard Valley Coffee a pleasant experience for their customers.

    Downtown Campbell is a charming shopping and entertainment district offering a variety of shops, restaurants, galleries, boutiques, and historical landmarks. Of all the establishments the neighborhood has to offer, Orchard Valley Coffee is my absolute favorite.   

  • Ojai 2024

    “The best thing one can do
    when it’s raining is
    to let it rain.” 
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    Kathy and I arrived in Ojai, California in the early evening hours on Wednesday. Kathy, and her sister Clare, are here to attend a conference at the Ojai Retreat. I came along for the ride to be their driver and to do a bit of writing. We knew that rain was predicted for Friday and Saturday, so we came prepared.

    After dropping Kathy and Clare at the retreat facility on Thursday morning, I drove down to Ventura to meet up with one of my elementary school classmates. Ben Resella joined our class at Saint Gabriel School when we were in fifth grade. He had recently arrived with his family from the Philippines. We became quick friends and, gratefully, our friendship continues to this day. Ben now resides in Camarillo.

    After lunch at a restaurant near the Ventura Harbor, we drove around to the main harbor area and took a walk around. As always, being near the ocean was invigorating. We were grateful that the weather on Thursday was ideal for an outdoors afternoon adventure.

    When Kathy and I awoke yesterday morning, the rain had arrived. It came down steadily throughout the day and night. Again today, the rain has been plentiful. I don’t mind this at all, because other than my visit with Ben on Thursday, my plan was to stay here in the hotel room and continue working on my next book. Everything I need for my breakfast and lunch is here in the room. I’ll pick up Kathy and Clare around 5:00 and we’ll head into downtown Ojai for dinner. 

    A simple getaway, for sure, but the time here has been thoroughly enjoyable. Our hotel room is not fancy, but it’s totally functional. To be able to sit at the desk in the room and look out at the pool while I write has been a real treat. Despite the fact that the pool is not heated, a few brave souls participated in a polar plunge after their time in the hot jacuzzi. 

    The weather forecast for tomorrow indicates that we’ll have a relatively dry drive home. I sure hope so. The Santa Barbara area has already had its share of flooding and mudslides for this season. I’m hoping that we’ll be able to make a quick stop in Solvang for a serving of Arne’s famous aebleskivers. What are aebleskivers, you might wonder? They are a golfball-size hybrid between a pancake and a donut. They are served three to a plate, covered with red raspberry jam, then sprinkled with powered sugar. I know the nutritional value of these little gems is negligible, but the taste,… oh, the taste,… makes the experience so worthwhile.

  • Mister Rogers

    “The greatest thing
    that we can do is to
    help somebody know
    that they’re loved
    and capable of loving.” 
    Fred “Mister” Rogers

    Twenty-one years ago today, the world bid a fond farewell to Fred Rogers, the iconic creator and host of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. He was 74 years old.

    Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood was a preschool television series which ran from 1968 to 2001. Through this program, Rogers, a Presbyterian minister, shared some of life’s most important lessons with three decades of little ones. In an article published in Greater Good Magazine in 2018, author Shea Tuttle identified seven lessons from the show which continue to inspire people today.

    Lesson #1 is that it’s okay to feel whatever it is that we feel. Rogers taught about the importance of naming our feelings, exploring those feelings with those we love, and the need for us all to grow on the inside as well as the outside.

    Lesson #2 piggybacks the first lesson with an important limitation. Rogers taught that while it’s okay to feel whatever we feel, our feelings do not justify bad behavior. He consistently emphasized that self-expression and respect for others are intimately linked. For example, Rogers once said that we must help children to realize that “they can be angry and not have to hurt themselves or anybody else.”

    Lesson #3 focuses on the differences in people. This is a timely lesson for all of us today, too. Rogers emphasized that while we may disagree with something someone says, we can still respect them for who they are. Differences in individuals are not indications of who is good and who is bad. Every person is deserving of our respect.

    Lesson #4 is powerful. As an ordained Presbyterian minister, Rogers understood the value of teaching children about the importance of caring for the most vulnerable members of society. This was a value reflected in his off-camera life, too. He regularly wrote letters to people who were lonely and visited those who were sick or dying. Rogers didn’t just preach the Gospel message, he practiced it in his daily life, as well.

    Lesson #5 challenges us to make a difference right where we are. Many people say that they want to make a positive difference in the world. Mister Rogers affirmed the value of making a difference in your own family and neighborhood. Through his teaching and example, Rogers emphasized that it is possible to respond to the needs of the most vulnerable people wherever we might be.

    Lesson #6 focuses on self-care. Rogers understood that one cannot pour water from an empty vessel. In order to be able to help others, we have to begin by taking care of ourselves. 

    Lesson #7 reminds us that we are all neighbors. In the Gospel story, Jesus is asked, “And who is my neighbor?” He responds by telling the story of the Good Samaritan. It is so critical in our world today that we acknowledge that those around us, including those who are quite different than us, are our neighbors, comrades, or friends, rather than perceiving them as our enemy.

    Fred Rogers was a modern-day prophet. We would do well to embrace and emulate his message of love and mercy in our lives.   

  • Paw Patrol

    “No job is too big,
    no pup is too small!” 
    Ryder
    (Paw Patrol)

    It’s not the ’50s anymore, that’s for sure. In my early childhood, preschool television programming included such classics as Romper Room, Captain Satellite, and Captain Kangaroo. They were all fairly tame, mildly educational, and captivating for the preschool kids of my generation who hoped that Miss Nancy would see us through her magic mirror.

    In the late ‘80s and early ‘90s, when our three sons were preschoolers, in addition to similarly tame and increasingly-educational programs such as the highly-acclaimed Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood, a new genre of preschool television emerged when Michelangelo, Donatello, Raphael, and Leonardo starred in the action-adventure Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. This sensation was followed by another action-packed preschool favorite Power Rangers. These two programs spawned a lucrative business of colorful action figures which were available at toy stores everywhere.

    Three of our five grandkids are currently under the age of five. One of their favorite programs is Cocomelon, which follows the life experiences of a young married couple, their three children, TomTom, YoYo, and JJ, and a number of other characters from their neighborhood. One other show they enjoy is the sensation Paw Patrol.

    In each episode of Paw Patrol, viewers are introduced a person who finds himself in some kind of trouble. Needing assistance, this person turns to Ryder, a ten-year-old tech wizard who drives a high-tech jet ski and lives and works with a group of young dogs. Each pup is gifted in a different way. When Ryder receives a call for help from a member of the community, he calmly assesses the situation, chooses which of the dogs he will need to rescue the person in distress, and, relying on the specific skills of the dogs, resolves the crisis in a timely fashion. Ryder has total confidence that his collection of dogs can accomplish anything successfully.

    So why am I writing about Paw Patrol today? Well, for Christmas 2023, Kathy and I gave Steve, Morgan, and their girls tickets to see Paw Patrol Live at the San José Civic Auditorium. The show was scheduled for 10:00 this morning. Penny and Scarlett have been anxiously anticipating this event for the past few days. Kathy and I had the pleasure of taking care of their one-month-old brother, Henry, here in our home during the performance.

    I’m grateful that the girls are learning an important life lesson, one which should serve them well throughout their lifetime: No job is too big, no person is too small.

  • My Brother, Tom

    “The bond that links
    your true family is not
    one of blood, but of
    respect and joy in
    each other’s life.” 
    Richard Bach

    I was blessed with three siblings — one brother and two sisters. Each of us has experienced a full, productive, and unique life journey. Our interests vary. Our likes and dislikes can be quite disparate. It seems that our bucket lists have few commonalities. And yet, we share a bond, an enduring and resilient bond, because we are, after all,… family.

    My brother, Tom, is four years older than me. Today is his birthday. For this reason, I want to take some time to reflect on the gift Tom has been for me throughout my lifetime. 

    In our formative years, Tom and I had little in common. He liked to read. I didn’t. I lived to play sports. He didn’t. He had a fascination with pipe organs. I didn’t. I got into lots of trouble for doing stupid things. He didn’t. He was handy with tools and building things. I wasn’t. I enjoyed listening to San Francisco Giants’ baseball games on the radio. He didn’t. He graduated from high school as a National Merit scholar. I didn’t. I graduated from high school… by the grace of God.

    Despite our differences, we’ve always had a solid connection. Tom has cared about me and I have cared about him. I have been supportive of Tom and he has been supportive of me. I am proud to be Tom’s brother and, well,… I can only hope. 

    Tom is a Jesuit priest. His call to the priesthood came early in life. As part of his priestly formation, he was asked to serve a number of communities in a variety of ways — teaching at Bellarmine College Prep in San José and Loyola High School in Los Angeles, doing pastoral ministry work at the Jesuit Urban Center in Boston, providing spiritual direction at the Jesuit Retreat Center in Los Altos, and, for ten years, providing both spiritual direction and editing assistance for international Jesuits working on post-graduate degrees in Rome. Tom is now providing spiritual direction at Loyola Marymount University in Los Angeles. 

    As close as I thought my siblings and I were five years ago, the death of our mother in August 2022 has had a profound effect on our interactions. I always thought of Tom, Cathy, and Peggy as my siblings, with Mom serving as the focal point of our relationships. Since Mom’s passing, however, our point of convergence is gone. My interactions with my siblings at this point in time are direct and straightforward. I realize now, more than ever, how much they mean to me and how important they are in my life.

    As we acknowledge and celebrate Tom’s birthday today, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for both his presence in my life and his role in our family. I have the same sense of gratitude for my sisters. We are family. It’s just us now. We need to be here for each other. The greatest gift we can give our parents at this time in our lives is to love each other. This, more than anything, must make them incredibly happy.

  • In Times of Loss

    “Change is inevitable —
    except from a
    vending machine.” 
    Robert C. Gallagher

    The Oxford Dictionary defines impermanence as “the state or fact of lasting for only a limited period of time.”

    In an online article published in November 2020, Hal Atwood wrote, “Impermanence is an inescapable, essential fact of life.” 

    Seneca, a philosopher of ancient Rome, pointed out, “All things human are short-lived and perishable.”

    Everything in life is subject to change with the passage of time. This is a reality with which we all must come to terms. Change can be difficult. Challenging as it may be, however, it is beneficial for us to acknowledge and embrace the impermanence of life around us. One’s refusal to accept this reality can be a significant cause of suffering in one’s life.

    As I reflect back on the past seventy years, I am able to identify countless examples of the impermanence of life. My childhood ended. My adolescent years ended. My four years of high school ended. So, too, did my college years, a number of relationships, a few part-time jobs, and a memorable year teaching abroad. The years Kathy and I devoted to raising our three boys ended. They are all competent, independent young men now. Vacations ended. Car payments ended. My lower-back pain ended. And my 43-year career in education ended. For some, the end of a career might also bring about the end of one’s self-identity. They may find themselves asking Who am I now that I’m not what I did for a living?

    As is true with so many other aspects of our lives, impermanence can bring about a crisis in one’s life. All the more reason to remember that a crisis has two components: danger and opportunity. It is imperative that we consciously look for the opportunities any life change offers us. Rather than viewing change as a threat, as something to be feared, it’s best if we can recognize that the transition opens new doors of possibilities for us.

    It is so easy for us to become attached to the people, roles, and status with which we identify. We want to hold on to the people in our lives. We want to maintain the roles we fill and the status we’ve achieved. Impermanence serves as an antidote to attachment. 

    Thích Nhất Hạnh, the Vietnamese Buddhist monk, stated, “It is not impermanence that makes us suffer. What makes us suffer is wanting things to be permanent when they are not.”

    And, clearly, they are not.

    Embracing inevitable changes in our life is in our best interest, for by recognizing and accepting the impermanence of all things, we are better equipped to minimize the pain and suffering we may endure in times of loss.

  • The Inner Arsonist

    “Anyone can become angry —
    that’s easy. But to be angry
    with the right person,
    to the right degree,
    at the right time,
    for the right purpose,
    and in the right way —
    that is not easy.” 
    Aristotle

    This may come as a surprise to some, but many who have known me for a long time are well aware that, in my earlier days, I struggled with anger management issues in some settings. My mood could change from congenial to confrontational in the blink of an eye. The slightest trigger could set it off. It took tremendous effort, a significant amount of reading, and a few life changes for me to overcome this disability. Gratefully, I’ve been successful at keeping my anger in check for close to twenty years now. 

    In her book, Transforming Fire, author Kathleen Fischer writes, “Men, as well as women, are trying to find their way in a world that both generates anger and constricts its expression.” On any given day, it is fairly common to see people expressing their anger in a variety of ways and for a variety of reasons. No doubt, there are times when one’s anger is justified, but Fischer warns us, “Failing to direct it wisely puts us and our world at risk.”

    In just this past week, I’ve witnessed a road rage incident, a parental meltdown toward a toddler-age child in a restaurant, a verbal conflict between coworkers, and a hostile verbal assault of a developmentally-disabled courtesy clerk in a grocery store by a disgruntled customer. In each of these cases, I felt compassion for the victims of the abuse and pity for the abuser. Life doesn’t have to be so complicated and volatile. 

    In her poem, Portrait of a Figure Near Water, poet Jane Kenyon referred to anger as “the inner arsonist.” What an accurate description for such a complicated emotion.

    Anger need not be avoided completely. How we express that anger, however, must be harnessed employing the strategy of containment — a way of consciously putting our emotion on hold long enough for us to find an appropriate time and way to express it in a constructive manner.

    The words of Aristotle quoted above can provide valuable guidance, reminding us that the emotion of anger is not bad in and of itself. It’s just an emotion. The problem arises when we express that emotion inappropriately. 

    It is not always easy to regulate our anger, but it’s always possible.

  • Rest in Peace

    “The life of the dead
    is placed in the memory
    of the living.” 
    Marcus Tullius Cicero

    Trevor Brown was a stay-at-home Dad. His wife’s job with the federal government allowed him to provide care for his three children, ages 6, 9, and 11. Trevor was also a volunteer firefighter with the Sterling Volunteer Fire Company in Loudoun County, Virginia. He was killed on Friday night when a 500-gallon propane tank under a single-family residence exploded, leveling the house and sending debris flying through the neighborhood. Ten other firefighters and two civilians were taken to the hospital with injuries sustained in the blast.

    Firefighters, like other first-responders, are well aware of the dangers of their job. While they know that any call to which they respond could be their last, they do not, and cannot, dwell on this fact. Some might think that the same could be said about anyone who leaves their home, and it’s true. We just never know when our time will come, or how. Like firefighters, we cannot dwell on the possibility, and so, we become complacent.

    Most of us take much for granted in our lives. We assume that, when we get up and go to work in the morning, we’ll return home safely in the evening. We assume that, when our spouse or children leave home to do grocery shopping or spend time with friends, they, too, will return home safely. For the most part, these are reasonable expectations. Sadly, life doesn’t always happen this way.

    I don’t know the protocols for the Sterling Volunteer Fire Company, but on Thursday evening, Trevor Brown got the call. I’m guessing he was probably at home with his family. More than likely, as he left his home to respond to the emergency call of a gas leak at a home in town, he said something along the lines of Hey, I gotta go. I’ll be back soon. We now know that’s not how the evening played out.

    It pains me deeply to think of how Brown’s wife and children were notified of his death. It pains me to think about how devastating it must be for Brown’s fellow firefighters to cope with the loss of a colleague. It pains me to think of the other ten firefighters who were injured in the blast as they reflect, as they will, on the reality that they, too, could have perished that night. Incidents like this remind us all of our mortality, and of the fragility of human life.

    I hope and pray that, in time, the family, friends, and colleagues of Trevor Brown can experience a transformation in their response to Trevor’s death — a transformation from deep grief to genuine gratitude. Trevor Brown will live on… in the memories of his family, friends, and colleagues. May he rest in peace. 

  • Sun Days

    “Those who bring
    sunshine
    into the lives of others
    cannot keep it
    from themselves.” 
    James M. Barrie

    Growing up in the Sunset District of San Francisco in the 1960s, where the typical summer day was characterized by persistent fog throughout much of the day, I was unaware of the need for sun protection unless my family and I were vacationing at the Russian River, in Boulder Creek, or on Cobb Mountain. The only sun products with which I was familiar were Sea & Ski and Coppertone, though some people I knew used Johnson’s Baby Oil to assist them in developing the sought-after tan skin color. In my family, we used Sea & Ski.

    In a 2010 New York Times article, Dr. Darrell Rigel, past president of the American Academy of Dermatology, acknowledged that the SPF (Sun Protection Factor) in sun protection products available in the 1960s was only 2 to 4. Today, it is highly recommended that consumers use products with a minimum of 15-30 SPF. In fact, in my childhood, Sea & Ski was not advertised as sunscreen at all. It was marketed as suntan lotion. This product, and others like it, reduced the risk of sunburn, but did not filter out the UVA light, leaving generations of kids vulnerable to developing skin cancer in later years.

    In the summer of 1971, I spent six weeks in Jamaica. During that time, we were fortunate enough to spend a fair amount of time at the beach. I’d been warned that the intensity of the sun in the Caribbean was not to be ignored. Still, I relied on Sea & Ski. I managed to avoid getting sunburned that summer. The “healthy tan,” with which I proudly returned home in August, lasted for almost a full year.

    During my college and young adult years, it was all about the tan. Having a bronze face and body was evidence of being happy, healthy, and living a good life. I’m fairly certain that one of the best overall tans I ever got was in the summer of 1977 when I worked outdoors eight hours each day at the Santa Clara Mission Cemetery. By ten o’clock each morning, my shirt was off. I wore cut-off jeans which exposed my legs to the sun, as well. Sunscreen? To be honest, I never gave it a thought. Other than my cut-off jeans, the only protection I had from the sun came from wearing shoes and socks. I paid dearly for this in early August when I spent a day on the beach in Santa Cruz with some friends. I wasn’t worried about getting burned, because I already had a deep, dark tan on most of my body. The next morning, I realized that I had sustained a severe sunburn on my ankles and feet. For several days, I was unable to wear shoes.

    Not surprisingly, as the years passed, I found myself making regular visits to the Dermatology Department at Kaiser to have small spots removed from my forehead, nose, and arms. In 2013, it was determined that a small patch of skin cancer needed to removed from my left shoulder. When I consider the lifelong disregard I had for the damaging effects of the sun on my body, I am fortunate, and grateful, that the situation wasn’t any worse. 

    I’ve been applying sunscreen to my face every day on a year-round basis for about twenty years now. I also seek shade, rather than direct sunlight, when sitting outdoors. I wear a hat now, too, whenever I’m walking outdoors during the day. I’m hoping that these modest changes will help to minimize any future damage.

    There are certainly health benefits to getting direct sunlight. Exposure to sunlight boosts vitamin D levels. Vitamin D is an essential nutrient which reduces the risk of heart disease. Sunlight also has a positive effect on our moods, which helps us to fight depression. Improved sleep patterns are another benefit of consistent exposure to the sun, especially in the morning hours. Finally, sunlight has been shown to improve blood pressure. 

    Like anything else in life, it’s all about balance. Too much or too little of just about anything can be detrimental to our overall well-being. Even if we cannot tolerate sunshine as we did when we were younger, we can still make a conscientious effort to be the sunshine in the lives of those around us. 

  • Seeking Happiness

    “It is not joy
    that makes us
    grateful;
    it is gratitude
    that makes us
    joyful.” 
    David Steindl-Rast

    It is astounding to consider the numerous elements which contribute to who we are, how we feel from one day to the next, and how others perceive us. A quick review of some of these components might be beneficial for us to have a better understanding of the various factors that influence our lives today.

    Through the years, but most notably in the past year, I have come to understand and appreciate the significance of the food I eat, the sleep I get, and the exercise I do, and the impact these three factors have on my life. I count calories now. I log what I eat every day. I weigh myself every morning. I find that doing these things helps me to make better choices about what I am willing to ingest. I have also been more intentional about my sleep patterns, ensuring that I get eight hours of sleep each night — no more, no less. I have always been well aware of the importance of exercise in one’s life. Despite this, until recently, I struggled to find the motivation to get up and move on a regular basis.

    I have also come to understand and appreciate the skills I’ve learned, the importance of reading good books, and the music I listen to. If I were asked to identify my #1 skill, I would have to say writing. I love to write. Writing helps me to process what’s happening in the world around me — and within me. I find writing to be therapeutic. Reading well-written books is beneficial therapy for me, as well. I have been inspired by the writings of Hal Urban, Roland Merullo, Anne Lamott, Viktor Frankl, Ron Pevney, Kristin Neff, Frank McCourt, Paulo Coelho, and Angela Duckworth, to name just a few. All of these authors have had a positive influence on who I am today. Similarly, music plays an important role in my life. There is music I listen to when I’m writing (Brian Crain, Jim Brickman), walking (Laid Back Beach Music Radio on Pandora), or just relaxing (Kenny G., Nora Jones, Autumn Jazz Radio on Pandora). These sounds enrich every day from morning until night.

    Not surprisingly, I have also come to understand and appreciate the positive consequences of the habits I’ve cultivated, the challenges I face, and the thoughts I entertain. Life is never perfect. My life is no exception. From my earliest years, beginning with lessons learned from my parents, I have developed habits which continue to serve me well even as I approach the age of seventy. Good hygiene, punctuality, empathy, and basic social skills allow me to interact effectively with those around me. As for challenges, we all have them. No one is exempt from situations which create angst in one’s life. How we deal with such situations, however, determines how well we navigate the rough waters of life. I find it helpful to remind myself that in each crisis we face, there is both danger and opportunity. I do my best to focus on the opportunity and let the danger do what it will. Our thoughts, too, can create anxiety in our lives. I have found the words of the Serenity Prayer to be especially consoling when my mind starts blowing situations out of proportion.

    I think it’s safe to say that happiness is a state of mind every person hopes to achieve. All of the factors I’ve mentioned, as well as some I have not mentioned, play a part in determining one’s level of happiness. Most of all, however, it is the lens through which we choose to look at the world around us that determines our happiness. We can view the people and things around us with cynicism, anger, resentment, hopelessness, or even apathy. These world views rarely allow us to see and appreciate all the good that exists in our world. I prefer to view the world through the lens of gratitude. When I do, even though I can still acknowledge the evil which exists in our world, I am able to focus on and embrace the good which is constantly being done by so many compassionate women and men, and I am able to do so with a tremendous sense of gratitude.