Liposuction for the Soul

That's the title of a new book I'm going to start working on. When I determine what it will be about, and then actually write it, I'm hopeful that its success will rival that of the ever popular Chicken Soup for the Soul series.

I envision an inspiring collection of anecdotes that reinforce and validate selfish behavior so that small-minded people don't have to feel guilty for their behavior.

I once knew a man--I'll call him Tom--who gave generously to a non-profit organization created to provide care to the homeless. This man's contribution enabled the organization to feed and house a psychotic individual that ended up stabbing Tom. The knife-wielding psycho damaged Tom's spinal chord in the attack and now Tom is confined to a wheelchair. If Tom had kept his money to himself, he'd be jogging right now.

I knew an actress that got a lot of flak for being "vain." She pissed a lot of
"women" off in bars because she hogged the bathroom even when there were long lines for the restroom. On one such occasion she was taking her time putting make-up on in the bathroom of a noted Hollywood hot spot. The person next in line pounded on the door and screamed for her to hurry up. Then that person collapsed because she had done too much blow. Had the actress hurried up, the coke head would have overdosed in the restroom and not received medical attention in a timely manner. Because she overdosed in front of a bunch of people, someone was able to call an ambulance. The coke head later went on to win an Oscar. We, the public, would not have enjoyed the coke head's Oscar-winning performance if the vain actress had any consideration for the other females at the bar.

Like Chicken Soup for the Soul author Jack Canfield, I am open to any uplifting stories other people have to offer.