If hope was a delicate glass ball, would you lock it away? Would you bury it in the deepest, darkest corner? Would you spare no expense to hide it from the world? Or would you invite some friends over for sandwiches to discuss the possibility that such a thing even exists? Or would you carry it with you? Would you be constantly prepared to show it to anyone and everyone? Would you freely share it with anyone who is down and out because there is the smallest chance that it might make a difference? Hope is fragile, use it well.
