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“Once you choose hope, anything’s possible.”—Christopher Reeve
He turned around and waved. His smile said it all, and it said things like thank you, I am filled with hope, and I have been shown the kindness of man. To me it also said this was more than just a clean bushel of laundry. This was more than time not spent sitting at the washateria. To me this was a small gift that had a lasting impact on the people it helped.
One-by-one I was witness to this gift.
She didn’t want to tell her story, but she didn’t mind her picture being taken. Then I noticed all the small clothing. She was a mother who’d fallen on hard times. Those hard times can fall on any of us [mothers.] After the photo was snapped I mouthed the words, “Thank You” and she mouthed back, “No, thank you!”
I imagined her hugging a little boy later that night, drawing him close, and smelling that wonderful, freshly laundered scent. The scent filling her with more hope than we can even put down in written word.
She was a firecracker, and she talked, and talked; while I listened and listened. That is also a gift: Listening. It’s the gift of being heard. It’s the gift of knowing that someone cares enough to listen. Since Katrina she had been taking her clothes to her neighbors, and to her son’s and daughter-in-law’s house. They didn’t mind, but she felt rude always imposing on them. As quickly as she said that, though, she got choked up and said, “But I don’t think I ever would have made it without my family, my neighbors, and my friends.”
Her name was Susanne, and she was grateful for the help—every last bit of it.
There is a common thread that runs through us, and that I fully believe is Hope. Once you realize it, it can fill you when you are empty, it can lift you up when you are down, it can light you when there is nothing but darkness, it can help guide you when you are lost, and it is the most precious of gifts.
Hold steadfast your gaze
Of everlasting grace
Pray with a loving faith that
Everyone will receive this GIFT
HOPE.
The trip I recently took to New Orleans to listen to stories from Katrina survivors, sponsored by Tide, was an absolute blessing to me. Not only was I surrounded by wonderful people, but I met some people whose stories moved me.
That’s the power of story-telling.
I needed this trip back to my most favorite city in the world. A city that will forever remain in my heart, and one that I definitely know floats on hope.
To read more stories of hope, go to Blog Nosh Magazine.
To read more stories of gifts, go to {W}rite-of-Passage.
Weekly Winners {The “My blog has been waiting for this moment its whole life” Edition}
My blog has been waiting for me to return to New Orleans. She’s been ever-so patient, too.
Back when Katrina hit, I blogged extensively about my feelings for what happened and what people were going through. It’s ironic that I’m in New Orleans this weekend, on a sponsored trip, one that is essentially a hope mission.
There are still people feeling the affects of Katrina. And there are always people whose stories should be told. There’s always hope to give and receive. I look forward to being able to share stories and images—from this weekend—that has already been filled with Loads of Hope.
For now, though.. Here’s a bit of The French Quarter, through my lens:
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