As editor of The UpSide, I oversee the Inquirer's weekly good news/good stories section, which celebrates the best of us — and the best in us — via tales of kindness, hope, inspiration and common goodness.
After he crossed the southern border into America, one student wrote of feeling “as if I could fly, as a bird to her mountain.” And he realized he had not left all of himself behind, because “my heart, kindness, and intelligence have no borders.”
Is anyone else weeping a lot? I am. This isn’t depression or sadness. I’m weeping over the aching beauty of the human condition, how much this world loves and needs us, how instinctively we hunger for connection — and how, when push comes to shove, we rush to help the people cut off from it.
The day Blackie the dog moved in, my kid’s heart exploded in joy — and my own heart exploded in wonder. Blackie rounded out our family in ways I never knew were necessary until she loped through our house like she already knew its rooms.