it's never easy to look on the bright side of things when things are pretty awful. sometimes, you never find it and sometimes it takes a while to figure it out. for example, being unemployed sure sucks but i've been able to build up my portfolio, do some post-adolescent soul searching (blah, blah,blah), and most importantly, be there for my family when they needed me (but seriously, i've been to the hospital more times than i've been to the mall).
when tragedy strikes, it's nearly impossible to see the bright side. last night, i sat alone in the basement, in tears, watching cnn coverage of the earthquake in haiti. it was heartbreaking to watch the destruction and despair, the pictures of missing family members. i thought of my uncle robert, who is haitian, and praying that his family and friends were alive and as safe as they could be. i was beginning to feel that same depression i had felt when watching coverage of the tsunami, 9/11, and hurricane katrina. i knew it was in my best interest to turn the tv off. but then i saw that small glimmer of light, the only bright side to any tragedy...
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i remember the first time really noticing anderson cooper ( i had totally forgotten he hosted the mole), i was in a hotel in milan watching coverage of hurricane katrina. while most journalists were seeking refuge indoors, he was outside braving it all. last night, seeing the silver fox reporting in his black t-shirt, with his bulging biceps, and shimmering silver hair made me feel a tiny bit better. it doesn't make things any less tragic. yet, watching him provides a bizarre sense of assurance that eventually things will improve, that help is on the way, and that the silver fox is there to make sure it all happens.
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