The radio is having less and less appeal to me. I turn it on, but the stories are draining, rather than life giving, so I snap it off. Social media too hammers me with sarcastic jabs, political tirades, and dark behaviors. 

But today someone sent me a sweet story about a boy younger than my twins who has a passion for sewing. He has made seven hundred teddy bears to give to children in the hospital, or as they say in NSW "in hospital". He is one of nine children, and believes that an act of kindness matters. When a little girl with cancer hugs her bear, she feels braver. Plus she smiles.

He does jobs to earn money for fabric, and also accepts donations. My knee jerk reaction was to mail him a package, but the reality is that postage to Australia makes it unrealistic. Even though we will never meet face to face, or needle to needle, I feel a connection to him. This week I helped four children sew tiny pillows, capes for whales, and blankets for cats. It is my belief that having succeeded with a project, they will feel braver about other unknowns. Plus they smile when we clap. We always clap when a project is finished.

Goodness is there for the finding. It may be crowded out by less uplifting headlines, but if you hunt for it, you will be blessed.