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.