I believe while everybody has a story they want to tell, it's not necessarily true that it makes the world a better place.

Yesterday, while walking downtown in Cork, Ireland, I came across a man yelling at a man, "Give me my child back!" She was a few steps behind the man, and to his side. Both were walking as it was happening.

The man held a small baby, wrapped well, in his arms, who couldn't have been more than a month old. He said, "This is my child."

Underneath it all was a violence waiting to explode. I walked past quickly. I knew instinctively if I said something that he would physically attack. It left me shaken.

That's a story. How did it make the world a better place? It just revealed the world for what it was.