Sometimes it is difficult to be positive in a society where tragic events occur regularly. Some shrug them off, while some pretend not to notice. Perhaps they employ coping mechanisms that allow them to escape such miseries penetrating their souls; miseries that, if allowed, could easily slip one into a state of depression. But many of us choose to commiserate even when the situation is not close to us. We come together to mourn, express outrage or simply comfort the afflicted.
Recently, I had to choose to pull myself out of a fog that had encircled my life. On August 29th, I lost an aunt in an automobile accident in the United States of America. Shortly before it happened, I had written about the inevitability of death, but nothing could
