The Promise of Hope
Last night, during one of the many times that I woke up, each time making notes for my novel, I remembered something that a stranger said to me.
It was almost four years ago, that night that a woman that I had never met before, said something to me that I’ll never forget.
“Maybe when it’s all over, something wonderful will happen to you, maybe it will all be worth it. ”
I must add, I’m paraphrasing, I can’t remember exactly what she told me that lonely night.
What I didn’t know, what I couldn’t possibly know, was what would follow. The next four years of my life would be the hardest, most difficult, and most painful days that I’ve ever survived.
If I had the chance, even if I could, I wouldn’t take them back or change a thing.
September 22, 2019