If I think back, I think there was one unanswered, unasked question all we mental patients had. Something which we didn't ask because perhaps we were afraid of what answer we would get, or because some just couldn't put it into words: "Is there hope for me?" If any of us ever had the courage and the insight to ask it, and if the answer we got was, "Yes, there is hope for you," what mountain could we not climb? What physical or psychic pain could we not endure if we only had that as the armor — hope?
Show me a poor man with hope and compare him to a rich man without it. Which would you rather be? And what greatness does any man have who does not give others that sense that somehow things will be alright — what greatness compares to one who gives another hope? The poor man, though what little he has is taken away, hope will let him still smile at the world. The rich man, though he gain the whole world, despair will never let him rest. All I may say is to keep your things, and give me the hope.
Raymond
1:30am wednesday, 12th december
Tommorrow is coming;and why do I want to see it.Because it could possibly the best day of my life.I will not know until I get there.It may be just anouther day;the same ole same ole.But that is what makes it exciting ;not knowing what is going to happen from moment to the next moment.Hope makes this possible;it is what will take us from nothing to everything.But be careful everything may not be what you truely want.
Serena190
7:10am wednesday, 12th december
Beautiful, Stand. Just beautiful. Amen. Completely and totally. *smiles wide*
Raymond
Serena190