A Great World.. In the Long Run.

I have procrastinated this weeks blog post till the day before its due. I haven't had any idea at all to what I could possibly write about. So last night (which was saturday) while I was getting ready to go to bed, I was thinking of things that I could write about. I figured something would just pop into my head this morning and I'd know exactly what to write about. Yeah.. nothing came to mind today. So when I woke up, I started reading the book I am in which is called The Zoo Keepers Wife. It is a World War II book. While I was reading I had this brilliant idea that I could just go online and look at all the World War II holidays and write on World War II. So that is what my topic is today.
Sixty Four years ago from yesterday, September 26th, a date was remembered in Hong Kong. In 1945 Hong Kong surrendered against their enemies.
One day while waiting for my sister to get out of soccer practice, My mom and I were in the car and she was reading a book called the Hiding Place. Best World War II book I know of. But at this time I had not read it. I was in 4th grade. A year before, my mom taught me about World War II and got me very interested on the subject of war. (not in a bad way) but I absolutly loved learning about what went on in the second world war. Because of this serisous obsession I was so interested into what the book was about. So while we were in the car, I asked. She told me that it was about the sweetest lady you'll ever read of who cared for her sister and helped hide Jews from the Nazi's, and how she eventually got caught doing so. She told me about what different things she experienced in the concentration camps and what stories she had to tell. It was an amazing talk that me and my mom had. We both cried our eyes out thinking of all the terrible things that were done to this poor lady and her sister and how they both had such a great attitude about it. Then she told me how the second world war eventually ended. And it just so happens that September 26 is one thing she mentioned, and how it was very significant to the war ending.
Last night as I was thinking about what to write and I went through this in my head, I thought how much better of a world we would all have if everyone had a better attitude about things, and always looked at the bright side of life, and never getting too head strong in their own beliefs. Because this is part of the reason most wars get started. If only we would all realize what a difference it makes when everyone is positive an can see the great in everything, the world would not be how it is now. But because it is the way it is, it is important that each one of us individually seeks to show others our own ways of being uplifting. And maybe, in the long run, it'll rub off on others which could lead to a great and wonderful cycle.