Years ago my then husband bought me a teddy bear whose name was HOPE. I believe it was then that it became my favorite word and the one word that has kept me alive.Hope, even when there was just a thread of it, has helped me make it through to the next day, sometimes through to the next hour. Even that tiny thread of hope that all my suffering would end some day has alleviated many painful moments. Therefore, my life is the result of that word.

I live in the HOPE that tomorrow will be brighter, that no matter what comes my way I can overcome it like everyone else, and most of all, I hope for my life to continue being meaningful and driven by the force of the beauty in it.