A member of the 82nd Airborne survives the war only to lose his baby daughter in his arms when he gets home.
A hairdresser, off heroin temporarily, takes a newly clean kid aside and whispers in his ear, “You have to keep asking yourself, ‘what’s the con you’re still telling yourself?’”
In a waiting room, two boys dressed in ties play on Gameboys. A mom swats them on the head when their name is finally called. They file through a metal detector to see the father they have only met in prison.
A photojournalist recovers in Walter Reed Hospital after getting his legs blown off. He is being visited by his friend, a Pulitzer Prize nominated war writer and photographer, when they get word that their mutual best friend has been killed taking pictures in Libya.
A stem scientist who is barely thirty years old takes a skin cell, turns the same cell into an embryonic stem cell and the same cell into a beating heart cell.
What is male goodness?
Is it improving another life? Doing something uniquely well? Risking your life? Coming back from tragedy? Telling the truth? Crying out in pain?
Sometimes it’s just a matter of witnessing the goodness in others.