I stay hopeful because hopeless is not an option. Hopelessness is defeat and resignation; it is a willing surrender to darkness that insults the memory of so many who have courageously made this planet their home long before we ever showed up here.
I stay hopeful because people of every nationality, religious affiliation, and life circumstance who have preceded us, have experienced all manner of hell during their lifetimes: unspeakable suffering and unthinkable fear—and would not relent. They faced genocide and slavery and war; endured murderous regimes and malignant dictators and corrupt governments and yet chose to persevere.
They made the daily, sometimes hourly decision to speak and live and create and work and resist and love when it proved difficult. We need to do that now.
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At 9:15pm, I exited the bathroom into the hallway between my kids’ rooms. After hearing myself thinking two thoughts, I knew something was seriously wrong. At about 9:00, fifteen minutes earlier, Jane and I had put each kid to bed, read to them, kissed each one...read more