Hope, a refugee reaching any new shore where they won’t be shot at anymore. Hope, someone living in a hole where opportunity, self-confidence and daylight are scarce. Hope, we won’t need a shore or a light.
Hope just needs a hand. Or an ear to listen. Lend a hand, lend an ear – easy to do, but what are we giving? We have to give hope. It’s not a loan to be repaid, but a gift to be freely given – because without hope, we’ve got little reason to care. Or share.
Too often we observe people who have no hope, have lost hope or don’t believe in hope.
When that happens, reach in your pocket and give them some of your hope.
Hope comes in many forms – cash is an important, but perhaps the least important part of hope.
We all need some. When you see someone who really needs some, give them a handful of yours. Deliver it with a soft touch, a warm handshake or a gentle pat on the back.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 7C/45F, clear, light breeze – ‘when it’s springtime in the rockies …’ – that tune is my head, Gusta enjoyed her short walk and wanted more (in a couple of hours she’ll be at the kennel for the weekend and will enjoy lots of romping there) and I’m looking forward to a weekend of mountain air – so tune in tomorrow!
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