Crafting Gentleness

Monday, September 25, 2006


A woman once told me 'There are times when there is no hope'.

I find it helpful to assume otherwise.


  • 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 Blogger suzanne, at Wednesday, 04 October, 2006  

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