I saw this story online and I thought it was incredible:

People who know me know that one of the sayings I most truly believe in is: "The best is yet to come." When things are not going as planned, I always know that I can make the best out of every situation, as long as I take an active approach. For a couple of weeks, I abandoned my positive outlook in exchange for a bitter one. How could I make the best out of learning that my favorite professor at U of M, who still had so much life in him, passed away at the age of 41?