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When I was young with so few cares and little if any responsibilities;                                                                  when life for me was simple as parents cared and looked out for me;
when playing ball, or shooting marbles, or rolling tires, were my highest priorities; when misbehaving was against the rule, but being good wasn't the easiest thing to be.

When I hoped for equality when no kids my age would have to labor in the hot sun working hard in the fields 10 hours per day beginning at 6 in the morning. And my next best hope was when I hoped that it would rain a lot to keep us kids from working in the fields; when I hoped that it would snow or the roads got icy to keep us out of school. When I hoped that daddy would never catch my brother and me fighting, because both of us would be punished due to the fact that with daddy it never mattered who was bigger or smaller, older or younger, weaker or stronger, right or wrong. When I hoped that time would catch hold of something really fast and make me grown, because although there was no place like home, I wanted to be gone and make a better one.

When all these hopes and wishes kept piling up inside of me;  in time, little by little, they started to become reality at the pace of snails.  These hopes and dreams and wishes and longings were and are inside of me with more added each day; and I believe that hope is a longing and aspiration born in heaven, not on the earth.  Hope is a 'God Thing' carved within us as an anchor to our souls.

I believe that one is lost without hope, because there is no substitute for hope.                                                     I believe that hope is plentiful and needs neither measurements nor calculations for its reality. I believe that there is always enough hope to go around so no one needs to be void of it. There's hope for me and for you. There's hope against hope and hope for the hopeless. May we never stop seeking and searching, knocking and praying, believing and hoping.
11132017 PS Contest, Choose Your Topic: Hope, Russel Sivey; I chose the topic of 'Hope'
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