when my daughter was born, something went wrong during the labor and she arrived with no breath and no heartbeat. The doctors revived her and hooked her up to a bunch of machines to keep her alive. They told us that the situation was "very grave" and that in the event that she lived, that there would be certain brain damage, possibly so much that her organs would not be able to function on their own. I asked her doctor, "Can you give me a little bit of hope? One small thing I could hang on to." I couldn't believe it when she shook her head and said "No. "
That night, we gave her the middle name, "Hope" and we started praying. Now she is seven years old. She plays Kabalevsky on the piano and she's decided that she doesn't really like soccer, but she'll stick it out until the end of the season. She is happy and silly and thoughtful, and there is nothing wrong with her. Nothing. She is my constant object lesson in hope.
I claim no special authority for inviting people to think about gentleness other than that I am a human being, and I believe it would be good if we all were to speak more openly about the possibilities for gentleness in our lives. I want gentleness to be important in my life. As a value, it helps me be more aware of, and more appreciative of the gentle people in my life. They are my teachers.
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when my daughter was born, something went wrong during the labor and she arrived with no breath and no heartbeat. The doctors revived her and hooked her up to a bunch of machines to keep her alive. They told us that the situation was "very grave" and that in the event that she lived, that there would be certain brain damage, possibly so much that her organs would not be able to function on their own.
I asked her doctor, "Can you give me a little bit of hope? One small thing I could hang on to." I couldn't believe it when she shook her head and said "No. "
That night, we gave her the middle name, "Hope" and we started praying. Now she is seven years old. She plays Kabalevsky on the piano and she's decided that she doesn't really like soccer, but she'll stick it out until the end of the season. She is happy and silly and thoughtful, and there is nothing wrong with her. Nothing. She is my constant object lesson in hope.
By suzanne, at Wednesday, 04 October, 2006
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