<em>"Something cheerful about me... you picked a nice easy one there didn't you !" </em>John was trying not to smile while he was talking, it wasn't working so well.<br/><em>"I do alot of local charity work, local paper sort of stuff, helping to clean up areas, repaint swings and climbing frames for groups and the odd jumble sale type thing. My friends think its lame, but I get a good buzz from it, and you get to meet people who really give a damn about the community."</em><br/><em>"I remember helping out a disco at the village hall, must have been 3 or so years back now. I got dragged out onto the dance floor by a seventy year old women... for a slow dance... when no one else was dancing. Its weird, the people laughing wasn't the main thing, her grabbing my arse real tight was, I swear I had red print marks for days !"</em><br/>He couldn't help but laugh out loud at the memory, that was a great night. They raised lots of money and everyone had a good time. The John of now might have gone through angst at only an old women dancing with him, the old him seemed much more resilient.<br/>Thinking back, he wondered why he ever changed his outlook.<br/>His father had said to him time and time again<strong> "Son who's a girl gonna go for ?. The angry tear stained guy in the corner, crying out for attention. Or the guy laughing, smiling and just living the moment"</strong><br/>Right at this moment John felt like guy number two.<br/><br/>It was an amazing feeling.<br/>