It is a challenge to learn that the word terrorism is recognizable in many different languages. I just returned from a trip to Amsterdam and every European paper I encountered contained "terrorism" somewhere on the front page. I see that my gripe with the media is multi-cultural.

I've been around for over 40 years and I've never personally seen or experienced terrorism in my life. Am I a minority? Have you seen or experienced it yourself? Why does the media continually bombard me with images that aren't a part of my reality? Yes, I realize there are horrendous things happening in the world, but that is only part of the picture.

My reality, for the most part, consists of thoughtful and giving people. Take for instance the man on my flight from Los Angeles to Sacramento. Without my saying one word, or even struggling with my case, this man asked if I'd like help lifting my carry-on into the overhead compartment. Unless he was my angel, how did he know that I over packed my case and that it weighed a ton? When we landed he didn't even question me; he just set the bag at my feet. I was touched by his kindness and our exchange of smiles warmed the plane previously full of stone-faced strangers. Such a simple gesture, but one filled with priceless energy. A newsworthy item, in my estimation, in a world seemingly full of cynics.

Then there's the man in the gardening department at Home Depot. I was studying the bags of potting soil trying to determine the best value versus what I could lift into my cart. I went for the manageable, yet more expensive bag, and over my shoulder came a voice saying, "Don't buy that one, the larger bag is a better deal. Here, let me load it into your cart". Again, the energy flow between this "stranger" and myself felt strong and healing and important. And most of all, it reminded me to keep the energy flowing to the next person.

I found myself in the wrong terminal after boarding the incorrect bus at London Heathrow Airport. Instead of being angry, I went with the experience and eventually found myself at the correct terminal with no one in sight except for a lovely Indian woman. She spoke no English whatsoever yet managed to communicate that she was lost. And amazingly enough, we were on the same connecting flight. I was thrilled to extend the energy of giving by leading her to the correct gate.

There are universal laws we can't ignore. One of them is the law of give and take. What one gives does come back ten-fold. But please, don't believe me ... try it for yourself.

I promise you that the joy you will receive from giving will do more for your day than any newspaper headline.

Keep Loving and Laughing!

Diana