Love Is - Part 17

17 years ago, my mom had a massive heart attack. One doctor described it as, “One half of her heart seems to be blown out like a little bomb exploded.” And yet, over time she showed little signs of improvement and every time my mother seemed to be getting better a nurse or doctor would caution, “Don’t have false hope.” One night, I tore a piece of paper from my journal and scribbled in large letters, “There is no such thing as false hope!” Hope is powerful — hopes are the seeds of miracles. Hope sustains us, inspires us, and is a pathway to love. PS: My mom recovered and lived another 12 years. Hope works.