Thank heavens for that! Imagine a world without hope. Without hope we wouldn't have the laser vision to see past a six foot snow drift and picture the green grass and flower beds beneath.
Without hope it is difficult to imagine parents of a teenager managing to survive those adolescent years without committing themselves to a Home For the Thoroughly Bewildered.
Without hope, the angst-ridden teenager couldn't see past the zits, lanky body and awkward stage to dream of a future as a rock star.
The dreamer out on a blind date wouldn't be able to conjure up a picture of a white knight on a charger swooping into Denny's to throw her over his pommel and take her away to a villa in Spain.
I once had a black cat I named Pandora. It took every ounce of hope I could dredge up to hope that one day, for the first time, she wouldn't beg for a petting and then bite my hand on the third pat. It's the last time I name a cat Pandora; I think I was annoying those old Greek gods and they sent her to test me. After all, Zeus originally gifted Pandora to Epimetheus as an act of retribution.
And finally, without hope we wouldn't be able to dream of a luxurious debt-free life when our lucky lottery numbers come up. Maybe Pandora will sneak the lid open just long enough to blow a whisper of hope across my numbers. Now where did I leave my ticket?
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