The morning began with a cocktail of emotions. I glanced at my clock and felt a burning anger rise within me. I’d overslept again! The subsequent cursing as I got out of bed would have made a sailor blush. Then I remembered what day it was, and tears sprung to my eyes.
I didn’t dwell on the sudden bout of sadness. I went into the kitchen, gazed out the window and recited over and over, “no one ever died of a broken heart.” I felt my heartbeat slow down. And that’s my ‘365 days of hope story’. I’m off to work.