We’re quick to tell children they can be anything they want to be. If they can dream it, they can achieve it. They can do anything to which they set their minds.
Dads who are barely five feet tall tell their sons, “Yes. You can one day play in the NBA.”
Moms who sing like dying cats tell their daughters, “You can learn to sing with the voice of an angel.”
Anything is possible!
As time goes on, reality hits. Life happens. Those little boys grow up to be 5’5’’ and realize not everything appears to be possible for them.
But one day those grown boys will have sons of their own and will say, “Yes. You can one day play in the NBA.”
What is it about hope? We are quicker to give it to others than hold on to it for ourselves. We want others to know we believe in them. We inspire. We lift up. We forgive. We nurse back to health.
Then, when we are the one who is in need of help, we give up. We stop trying. We assume hope is for everyone else...but us.
Just a reminder...Taking some of your own medicine is not the worst idea you could have.
After you’ve wiped the tears from your friends’s eyes, extended a hand and lifted up a fallen brother, offered a fresh start, and given hope...save some for yourself.
Give yourself a break.
Either you’ve been lying to those you care about, or hope is real. And if it is a possibility for them...it’s a possibility for you.
One of my favorite things in life is to help people begin to believe in themselves. One of the hardest things in life is to experience that same belief in myself. But we must.