Maybe I AM a Pollyanna after all....you know, way down deep inside where no one can see.

My first impulse (regarding a blog post) after hearing about the horrific event in Boston was to post about how angry I was and how this shit CANNOT keep happening.

I typed it out and everything but before I could hit "publish" I heard that teeny-tiny voice inside that said, "wait."  And, for once, I listened.  And I went to bed.  In tears.

And, of course, today dawned - as it always does - in a mad rush to get up, get dressed and get out the door.  And so my post waited.

As I went about my day, I was bombarded with stories of heroes.  Stories of people opening up their homes and hearts to strangers.  Stories of love and compassion.  Stories of "paying it forward."

And then I remembered.  My first inkling that something was going on was when my son called me.  He was the one that alerted me to the horror and then he said, "I just called to say I love you."

And though I am still angry that this kind of thing continues to happen - because how could we, as a population, not be angry - I am reminded; over and over and OVER again that the good in this world far outweighs the bad.  And that we, as parents, teach our children.

We teach them love, empathy, compassion, peace and hope.  And as we are simultaneously teaching them these very core principles we are sending out rippling effects into the world. And that - well; that just goes to show that good trumps evil every time.

So while we mourn yet another tragedy, hug your family and friends. And, above all, show them that despite everything, love conquers all.

Because it does.  It really, really does.