I Believe In Hope I believe in hope. I’m not talking the kind of hope you have when you are “hoping” for a new car to just appear in your driveway, or the kind of hope you have when you “hope” for a new job. No. I am talking about the hope that is necessary for survival. That hope which allows you to persevere through hardships in life because you believe-you know-that there is something better waiting on down the road. This is the hope I believe we all must have, and I found this hope for the very first time when I was just 12.
My parents are divorced. They fight constantly over different things, mostly who gets to see me and my brother. In April of 2009, the fighting escalated. It got to a point where it was a daily problem. I struggled day after day with coming home after school to hear my parents, whom I love and look up to, fighting on the phone over me and my brother. I started to lose faith that my life would ever get better and began to isolate myself from the rest of the world. I had no hope, and I had no idea what to do. I was a lost 12 year old boy.
Two weeks later, my family and I were invited to attend a church in Greenville called NewSpring. I had not been to church in months, and I didn’t have a reason not to go, so we went. As I sat through the sermon, I was completely blown away. The preacher talked about the things I had heard all growing up, but in a way I had never thought of till that moment. He spoke of a man who left a place of glory and perfection, a place with no tears, no pain or suffering, and died on a cross to pay for the things that I had done. I was speechless. From that moment on, I knew what I could hope for.
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I had hope that there is a place that I will one day be in that is much better than this world will ever be. I knew at that moment that the hope I knew about was going to change my life forever. It was real hope. This past summer, the power of hope was shown to me yet again. I was at a camp in Gatlinburg, Tennessee, with a group of ecologist hiking through the Great Smoky Mountains. It was boring. I had no interest in being with these people I didn’t know for 5 days and I had no interest in learning about the plants they found so interesting.
By the third day, I was losing my mind. I was exhausted from all the hiking we had done and I was grumpy about being at this camp in the first place. We had plans to hike up the tallest mountain in the Great Smokies, which was a four hour hike that was about five miles long. I did not want to go, and after the third hour of hiking uphill, I wanted to scream. The last part of the hike was straight uphill to the final destination at the top of the mountain. Tired, hungry, and mad at everyone around me, I fell to the ground as soon as we reached the top.
I was so exhausted from the hike that I did not even bother to look off the mountain. I expected to hear my group members talking about the “amazing” plants they saw, but as I turned to look at them, they were looking into the distance with an expression of amazement on their faces. For the first time since I had sat down, I decided to look off the top of the mountain I had just climbed. I fell silent. In the distance, all I could see, for miles and miles, were trees, with hundreds of different shades of green standing tall and proud.
I saw birds circling high in the sky, waiting for a safe opportunity to land. The sun was shining its powerful down upon every living thing as far as the eye could see. It was at that moment I was reminded that I had to have hope. I realized that there was a greater power that had greater things than this world had to offer. I knew I could have hope for a better day no matter how my life was going. The pure power and beauty of what I had seen reminded me of what happened to me in April 2009, and I knew it was going to be ok. I had hope. I had hope for a better day, and I knew this feeling was real.
Charles de Gaulle s Vision of France At the end of World War II, many European countries were damaged politically, socially, and economically due to the invasion of Germany. Europe was in pieces and many people thought that it would never recover from such a devastating blow. However, during these hard times in search of hope and a better future, European countries pushed onward towards massive ...