Walking through the hospital yesterday I watched a greeter talk to a young mom pushing her daughter in a wheelchair. The little girl was hugging a straggly long eared stuffed dog whose name was embroidered on his chest – Hope. You could see it in the young mother’s eyes, and feel it in the way she stroked her daughter’s hair. We’ve all been there, expecting the best from life, even when the evidence suggest differently. Psychologists tell us willpower is the driving force behind hope, and way power are the mental plans or road maps guiding our hopeful thoughts. But my experience suggests that it is my spiritual connection deep inside that has become a loving whisper and keeps me believing in life.
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