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Hope

  • Posted on January 18, 2012 at 12:48 pm

“I dare not cease to hope and aspire and believe in human love and justice …”

– Fannie Barrier Williams
1855-March 4, 1944)

I have spent most of my life “hoping” one thing or another would happen.

I think it started when I was in high school and I began to hope I would get out of the town I grew up in safely and to be able to start my life on my own terms.

I hoped I could get through my first marriage to a man who was in Viet Nam, thinking every day he might not come hope.

Then I hoped I could get out of the marriage without too many emotional scars.

I hoped I would be able to stay single for five years and not have anyone distract me. Then I hoped I wasn’t making a bad decision when I agreed to marry my second husband.

I hoped I could find the strength to end that marriage and not have him talk me into going back to him.

I hoped my brother would survive his colon cancer and and HIV.

And now I hope to build a school for kids at risk as a legacy for my brother. The school will be in Belize and I will start with 300 boys who are currently living on the streets. It will be a 3-year high school program. Eventually there will be 3,000 boys and a girls school to match.

Hope is the foundation for all who aspire to dream bigger than they are.

Anticipation

  • Posted on January 2, 2006 at 8:48 pm

“A scheme of which every part promises delight can never be successful; and general disappointment is only warded off by the defense of some little peculiar vexation.”

Jane Austen (1775 – 1817)

Perhaps it’s the anticipation of a particular event that makes the wait worth while. No matter how it is imagined, rarely does it play out to be the same as what was imagined.

I wonder if our inability to anticipate with baited breath: a birthday, Christmas or other holiday or a special event; is what takes the joy out of living. When we’re children the ever perfect dream of what awaits under the tree, makes every day nearly unbearable while waiting for the magic of Christmas.

And then, when the day finally arrivesm, it’s with sheer delight that we leap out of bed at the crack of dawn and run to the tree, staring in awe . . . the absolute joy can never be replicated as we become adults.

Oddly enough, it’s as we become adults we so desperately need that joy in our lives to keep the hope alive.