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A hope note

When we do word associations, the first words that ‘hope’ conjures are ‘dream,’ ‘wish,’ ‘fantasize’ or ‘imagine.’ But hope’s best friend and most ardent supporter looks back. Hope’s best buddy is remembering.
Remember the time they told you you couldn’t, and you did? Remember when you didn’t know if you were up to it, and you were? Remember standing on the high diving board and looking down and thinking, ‘I can’t,’ and then you did?
Some of us can recall times we defied the odds and prevailed. In Marlo Thomas’s ‘The Right Words at the Right Time,’ Muhammed Ali tells of the day one of his school teachers warned him: ‘You ain’t never gonna amount to nuthin.’ After Ali won the Olympics, he went back to Louisville, walked into her classroom and displayed his gold medal.
When you need to buck up your hope, remember those individuals in your formative years who looked at you with kind, approving faces. Remember how they conveyed to you in word, deed or look: ‘You’re good stuff, and I believe in you.’ Very few of us make it in life without one or two of those blessers during our growing up years. In hard times, we conjure their smiling faces from our memory bank. We hear them once more lean over our shoulder and whisper sweet words of encouragement in our ear.
Remember the faces of pedagogues who instilled in you, by word and by the way they conducted themselves, courage or persistence or grace under fire. Even now they spiritually take us by the hand and walk us through the fires of life. They are to us like Mentor, who spiritually accompanied Odysseus on his journeys, supplying him wisdom and guidance.
We are not alone as we journey toward our dream. Our pack of memories is like manna for the journey.
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