There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something tomorrow.
(Orison Sweet Marden)
What is the purpose for our lives?
Oftentimes when we hit a roadblock in our life or are at a crossroad, we either give up or carry on. Whichever course of action we take often depends on how much hope we have.
Hope is a choice. It is not something you can see or at times even feel. Your hope can come from what you’ve experienced before or based on what others have gone through. However you choose to see it, ultimately you’re the only one who can make that choice – to believe that hope exists no matter what situation or circumstances you find yourself in.
Hope keeps you going even when you no longer believe that the situation can be salvaged. Hope becomes that beacon of light in a stormy sea, when you’re in a boat that is tossing and turning so wildly, you think you’re going to lose even your life. Even then hope helps you see through the fog and the waves, and spy a faint outline of the seashore ahead. Regardless of whether people believe that your hope is real, the important thing is that you believe that your hope exists.
You see, hope is sometimes difficult to articulate. You may not know how to explain the ‘whys’ and ‘wherefore’ of the hope you have. You just cling on to it, despite seeing nothing and hearing nothing. You adamantly believe that all is not lost. That’s hope!
So don’t give in to fear. You’re stronger than you think you are. No matter how young or old you are, hope is still a choice. Some one may have experienced a breakthrough in their situation, and perhaps you’ve gone through a particularly bad patch before and survived too. Recall those moments. Those memories will keep hope safe till you experienced the miracle for your situation again. So don’t give up. Don’t give in to helplessness.
Take courage, let go of what you cannot change, cling on to hope. Believe that even today will pass and tomorrow will be better. Hope again! Meet HOPE!
Artist: Lydia C. Text: Anna G.
A Beggar and A Lady
As a woman walked down the streets one day, she spotted a beggar. The man looked pretty old, unshaven and shabbily dressed. Every passerby looked at him with contempt; not because they had anything against him, but merely because of who he was – a filthy beggar.
But when this particular woman saw him, she was filled with compassion. As the beggar was under-dressed for such cold weather, she asked the man in a kind voice,
“Sir? Are you alright?”
The man looked at the woman, who clearly by her appearance was a demonstration of what people from a wealthy background looked like. The old beggar thought that she, like every other person, was mocking him.
“Leave me alone,” he growled.
The woman did not move. Instead, to his surprise, she smiled at him and gently asked if he was hungry.
“No, I’ve just come from dining with the president. Now go away,” the beggar replied with a notable sarcasm.
The woman’s smile did not fade. She slid her hands under the beggar’s arm and tried to pick him up.
“Woman, what do you think you are doing?” the beggar shouted, sounded annoyed.
“Is there a problem, ma’am?”, a policeman shouted, walking towards the lady and the beggar.
“Not at all officer. I’m just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?”, the woman replied.
The policeman looked at her with surprise,”That man is Old Jack and has been here for years. What have you got to do with him anyway?”
“I am taking him to a cafeteria to eat something and to eat something and to get him out of the cold for a while,” the woman answered.
“Are you crazy, lady?”the homeless man resisted. “I don’t want to go there!” Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lifted him up. “Let me go, officer. I didn’t do anything.”
“It’s a good chance to feed yourself Jack. Don’t blow it,” the officer advised.
After much difficulty, the woman and the officer managed to drag Jack into the cafeteria. It was past breakfast and too early for lunch hour of the day. The manager strode towards the table and asked,
“What’s going on here, officer? Is this man in trouble?”
“She brought Old Jack in here to be fed,”the policeman answered.
“Not in my cafeteria! People like him are bad for business,”the manager angrily retorted.
“Now you know why I didn’t want to come in here, woman,” Jack said to the lady,”now let me go. I never wanted to be here in the first place.”
The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled,
“Sir, I reckon you know Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?”
“Of course, I do,” the manager answered impatiently. “They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms.”
“And I guess you make a good amount of money through those meetings?”
“Yes, but what’s it to you?”
“Because I am the CEO of the company,”the woman replied, showing no sign of pride in her statement.
“Oh.” It was all that the manager managed to say.
She looked at the officer,”Would you like to join us for a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?”
“No thanks, ma’am,” the officer replied. “I’m on duty.”
“Then perhaps a cup of coffee to go?”
“Yes, ma’am. That would be very nice.”
“I’ll get your coffee for you right away, officer,” the manager replied immediately.
“You serve him right,”he said.
“Oh, believe me officer, that was not what I intended. I have a reason behind all this.”
She stared at Jack intently, and asked,”Jack, do you remember me?”
Old Jack examined her face,”Well, you do look familiar,” he thoughtfully added.
“Do you remember a cold and hungry girl who frequently visited this place when you worked here?” the woman asked,”she has perhaps grown old hasn’t she?”
The officer looked surprised. He couldn’t imagine this fine looking woman as a poor and hungry woman.
“I had just graduated and had come to the city looking for a job. Didn’t find one for a really long time. I was running out of cash and had been asked to vacate my apartment too. I lived on the streets for days. It was the cold month of February, I still remember. And that’s when I found this place and walked in hoping to find something edible which my little budget could afford.”
Jack’s face suddenly lit up,”now I remember you. I used to be at the counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy.”
“I know,”the woman said,”then you offered me the biggest roast beef sandwich, a cup of coffee and a table for me to sit and enjoy the meal. I saw you put the price of my food in the cash register.”
“So you started your own business?” Old Jack asked.
“No, not exactly. That very afternoon I got a job. I worked my way up. Then, I started. my own business.”
She opened her purse and pulled out a business card.
“Please pay a visit to the personnel director of my company. I’ll go talk to him now. I am sure there is something in my office for which we can use your help. We can even pay you a certain amount of your salary in advance.”
Fighting back his tears, Jack asked,”How can I ever repay your kindness?”
“You don’t have to” the woman answered.”Thank Jesus. He led me to you. Thank you for all your help, officer,”she said to him as they both walked out the door.
“On the contrary, Ms Eddy, thank you. I saw a miracle today. And of course, thank you for the coffee.”
She frowned, “I forgot to ask you whether you use cream or sugar. That’s black.”
“I do use cream and more sugar than what is good for my health,”he replied.
“I’m sorry,”she said.
“Please don’t be. I have a feeling that this coffee is going to taste as sweet as sugar.” He replied with a smile.
