It was a day of great friendship. As soon as I walked out to the athletic fields around 9:30 yesterday, I could sense the spirit of camaraderie everywhere. Kids and adults were smiling, laughing, hugging, shaking hands, or just good-naturedly talking. The players, too, seemed to be reveling in the general feeling of comradeship as they raced up and down the fields. The thought occurred to me that even severely depressed people might not be able to resist the general mood of goodwill I sensed yesterday. I pictured sad people gradually starting to smile as their somberness disappeared in the midst of all this amity. They might even hug someone, which could be better for them then their best medical therapy. On an occasion of genuine solidarity, like yesterday’s sports tournament at my school, even gloominess might be vanquished, at least for a few hours.