One watches the nightly news or Facebook and the message is always the same. The world is in mass chaos. A friend recently told me she rarely turns on the TV because it was all bad news and there was little to be happy or encouraged about.

“It’s all about turmoil and anger and dying and hate and crisis after crisis,” she said. “No news is better than that kind of mess.” I couldn’t agree more. And yet, I know there are good people out there doing good things, the right things, making their mark in the world and changing things for the better one little step at a time.

The more I think about it the more I realize we are all focused on the wrong kind of news. We are focused on evil as the devil toys with our minds and imaginations. He uses TV and technology to play us.

However, there are still things out there I admire and have a great respect for. I still want to see the best in those around me. I don’t want to judge or try to figure out the whys and what for’s of people’s intentions. I admire those doing good even when others say it isn’t happening.

I still admire and say kudos to the mom who stays at home, raises her kids and supports her husband as he holds down two jobs. I admire the families that stay together and pray together each and every day. I respect and admire our law enforcement, soldiers, emergency techs and first responders who have tedious and stressful jobs so I can be safe. These are the same people who clean up wrecks and get people to hospitals and hold injured children and comfort crying moms and dads.

I admire the physical therapist that spends hours working with patients in rehab, who coaches them and pushes them back to health. I admire the single dad who is doing all he can to keep his family together and pray for him as he struggles through another day. I admire the cancer nurses and the caregivers who secretly cry over the failing health of those in their care as they wonder what the next day will bring for another grieving family.

I admire the grandparents who are struggling in their later years to raise kids when they are supposed to be living in the prime of their life and for, whatever reasons, are now saddled with making lives and futures for grandbabies.

I admire the long haul truckers who pull out before daylight to make another haul so we have the things we need. And the tow truck driver who comes in the middle of the night to get your car to a mechanic shop so it can be repaired first thing tomorrow morning.

Kudos to the vet techs and animal rescue people who take home another canine mouth to foster until a home can be found. Kudos to the stand in fathers who take on kids, not their own, who have no dad or the dad is away for whatever reason and because of their time and love another kid is saved from a gang and negative influences.

Kudos to every teacher who walks in a classroom and faces each youngster with a hope the kid will never understand but does it anyway for limited finances and very little support. I admire the preacher and musician who stands in front of the congregation as a disciple of Christ and steps out in faith hoping someone will one day understand.

I admire and respect my neighbor who offers to mow and clean up dead limbs in my yard and expects no pay or return and the livestock feed store man who says, “Here, take an extra sack. It’s on me.”

You see there is a lot of good going on out there. It’s not on the news. It never makes the social media page. There is good going on in the world but the devil doesn’t want you to know.

Our world is full of good people who are doing the right things for the right reasons. It isn’t about color or culture or money or wealth or poverty. It is a thing called love. The disciples wrote about it in the Bible. Jesus preached about it on the mountain.

Kudos to all of you, regardless of your profession or choices, who are doing good things because it is the right thing to do. I’m thankful and appreciative for your work and sacrifice. The definition isn’t in the dictionary or on the social page. The definition is in your heart.

Melinda Clements is an E-T community columnist. She can be reached at