I saw this on Runners World website and it struck a chord with me:
It made me think of my daughter, Melissa.
When she was in high school we had major issues with her. She pulled one stupid stunt after another after another. There was no getting through to her. Every time she would do something stupid I would go a different route with the discipline trying desperately to find that one thing that was going to finally sink in.
One morning as Mark and I were driving to work after one of our many fiascos with her he said, “Why do you even hold onto hope?” All I could say was, “If I give up on her, who will have hope for her?” So I clung tightly to any ounce of hope for her that I could muster. And I plowed forward.
I learned from her that no matter how dark the day may be, no matter how painful the task becomes, if I maintain hope and continue to work hard, that there is nothing that I can’t do.
After many fights, many tears, MANY grey hairs she has become this:
Never give up hope! Never stop believing!