Life is beautiful.

I love life.

Just when you think nothing more can go right, it does.  I feel that I have fulfilled many of my general goals I set at my last post--over a year ago, mind you-- on November 26, 2006.  The three that I have indubitably followed through with are:

(a) Saying "hi" to at least one stranger every day

(b) Finding the positive side to everything

(c) Inspire others

The most significant two, of course, being B and C.  I have found through an example this week that a lot of the time, C is a result of B.  Monday night I went to my friends' house to play poker.  I ran into my friend Emily who I had not spoken to in quite a while.  Emily is one of the strongest women I know.  She has cancer and she simply will not allow it to stop her.

Her mindset is close to perfection, with many goals in mind.  She hopes to continue on in the medical field.  Anyway, on Monday during our catch-up session, one of the first major things she told me was that her mother (who recently attempted suicide) was putting her up for adoption.  Disbelief overcame me, while the first thing that came to my mind was "Oh. My. God."  

Yet after further talking with her, another thought came to mind--that isn't a bad thing at all!  I told Emily that she doesn't need that kind of negativity in her life anyway, that she would honestly be better off.  The last thing she needs is someone who is emotionally unstable in his or her life, she needs someone to be her rock.  Her mother hasn't contributed much, if anything, anyway.  Emily is a grown woman and knows how to take care of herself, and dare I say, is doing a damn good job at it.  To Emily: Stay strong, keep your head up, and always be inspired.

Postscript: By the way, the title to this posting also acts as a reference to one of my favorite movies of all time.