At age 10, I was on a baseball team that was behind by 17 runs in the last inning. Yes, we won. But more importantly, I was the only guy in the dugout who was trying to fire up my teammates. Sometimes, when I get pessimistic about something, I think back on that game. My first thought, is, geez, I was an idealistic, and silly little kid ... this situation is different. Then I stop feeling sorry for myself, and do something. We all can.