The Ultimate Lemonade From Lemons

For numerous reasons it has been a long while since I posted. However, this story I had to post.

As a depression sufferer (there has to be a better name for someone who suffers from depression, depressive is too limiting and I don't know of another) I have to be extremely careful of what I read and when I read it. So while I knew the bare facts of Michael Vick's arrest and subsequent revelation of his disgusting habit, I didn't know the details. Most of the sad headlines would appear in my Google Reader when I couldn't read them: just before the noon hour and later in the afternoon, which are transient times for me.

This story was different. For once, I came across it right after my depression meds kicked in, and also it laid out a story that not only contained a satisfying number of past details but was leavened with good news about the fate of Vick's victims. I can hold this story in reserve for future sadder times, during which I will remind myself that not everything goes to hell.