Hope. Parker said once that hope was for the weak. It was my very first day at those meetings, and his words burned me. They rattled me straight to the core. But maybe he was right—hope is for the weak. The frail and the struggling. The breakable. Hope is the glue. And there is no shame in that. There is no shame in weakness, in wanting more, in failure or defeat. Without those moments of weakness, we would never truly appreciate the beauty of our strength.
