When will we ever learn that there are no hopeless situations, only people who have grown hopeless about them?
I have several friends fighting serious illnesses right now and their courage is astounding and inspirational. The only thing I can figure is that they can see invisible bridges at the end of what looks like a dead-end street to the rest of us.
I don’t think I got that gene. When faced with a challenging situation I wring my hands and stew around, complaining to anyone who will listen. All that does is drive the nail of desperation deeper into the tiny hole I’ve dug for myself.
Today, while having my first cup of coffee, I pulled a dusty book off the shelf and opened it to a page which contained a great story about Winston Churchill which I presume to be true. A Cabinet meeting was underway in London during the darkest days of the Second World War. France had just capitulated and the tiny British Isles stood alone as the last line of defense.
Prime Minister Churchill outlined the situation in its starkest reality. Grim faces stared back at him in stoic silence. Despair and thoughts of surrender were written all over their faces.
The visionary statesman momentarily remained silent, lit a cigar, showed a hint of a smile. With a twinkle in his eye, he responded to that dispirited company of officials, “Gentlemen, I find it rather inspiring.” . . .
What a great line! If only we could look past the glitches in our lives to see the silver lining hidden in the dark clouds of despair. Looking back over my shoulder, I can see that every desperate circumstance I’ve stumbled into and which I thought devastating at the time, has brought me to a new, more exhilarating level of living and appreciation of life.