33 miners were rescued today from half a mile in the earth.
Half a mile is a long way.....a very, very long way.
Did you see them as they came up? They looked good; full of life, full of energy, full of hope. When the mine collapsed 70 days ago I thought how can a person live in those conditions for two months? Away from the light? In the middle of the earth?
Maybe because they knew the whole world was trying to save them, maybe because they had hope.
How very important is hope?
I went to a breakfast today for the Mental Health Center of Denver. My dad sits on the board as the treasurer and I was very proud to be there today. The MHCD believes that people can recover from mental illness given the right tools. They believe people with this illness can go on to live healthy, productive lives with healthy productive relationships.
Do you know what they do?
They give people hope.
They tell people they can recover.
Dad got up to the podium after breakfast as the treasurer and asked for donations. I cried through his whole speech......his speech was about giving to the gift of hope.
Even Dad got a little verklempt which made me cry even harder.....on the verge of ugly cry into my breakfast burrito.....I hid my head under a napkin.
Because like the miners, like the people who Dad represented today....I need hope.
I want hope.
Hope that life does go on.
Hope that I can see the light half a mile down.
Hope that I can believe in hope......
And I do......I have that hope for me (most of the time)
I have that hope for Hubby......
I have that hope for us....
What makes me sad is that I wanted that hope for Samantha.....I clung to that hope for her.....like a crazy spider monkey on the vine, I clung to that.....it's hard to know what hope to cling to now.
Because now she is the soul, she is the dream, she is the light half mile down in the darkness...a tiny beacon for what we can do, what we should do, if we only embrace the hope.
My hope is that I will embrace the hope.