At a recent school visit, a student posed a wonderful question during Q & A. “What is your favorite word?” he asked me. Caught off guard, I said the first thing that popped into my head. “Dream,” I told him, “because it opens up endless possibilities.” It wasn’t a bad answer, but it wasn’t the only one I could have come up with. If I’d considered it a little longer, I might have said, “Hope.”
Hope is the how of surviving my childhood, and the why of the stories I tell. I can’t imagine a world without it.