Have you done any good in the world today?

By Stephen C. Schultz

I recall a song from church that started out, "Have you done any good in the world today? Have you helped anyone in need?"

In today's society, media outlets generally operate on a 24 hour news cycle. The standard operating procedure within that 24 hours is that, "If it bleeds...it leads"! Because of this, we in the general public are literally bombarded with sensationally driven "negative" news! Every once in a while, there is a "Human Interest" story, but they seem to be far and few between.

Take a break from all the bad news and check out some of the more subtle acts of kindness we rarely hear about. Below is an example where teens, struggling with their own issues of substance abuse, self harm and family relationship concerns are learning that "Self Esteem" has less to do with "Self" and more to do with serving "Others".

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Comments

Unknown said…

Love this... I would love to see more stories like this.

February 21, 2014 at 9:34 AM

Stephen C. Schultz said…

Thanks Sho Nique! Yes, I think it's important to share these types of stories. This world may have some struggles, but there is plenty of "good" happening!

February 21, 2014 at 2:42 PM

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