Hope by Emily Dickinson 
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. |
Food For Thought
 "We don't drown from falling in the water. We drown from staying there."
Anonymous
If circumstances cause us to stay in the water for a bit before rescue comes, we need to be smart about it. Find the tools, support and knowledge we need to survive. The scuba diver does not intend to live in the water forever. He is just a visitor to this strange place. And you will not live in this land of cancer forever. Your job is to survive it.
You can do that.
You must first believe that you can do that.
|