Many years ago, I read an article about how forms of
normal human behavior will continue to persist even in the most brutal of
conditions. Much of the article dealt
with how children cope with violence and death when war invades the places
where they live. Essentially, the
war-torn streets and the blown-apart countryside become their fields of play.
A certain detail of that article has stuck with me
to this day. Time and time again, from
country to country, whenever grade school children were asked to draw pictures
of the war images that most bothered them—the invading tanks, the streetside
skirmishes, the battered people—they never forgot to place a big sun up in the
sky and a few flowers in the foreground. Amidst the blunt and profane the hopeful
elements persist.
--Mitchell
Hegman
Hope is like the audacity of tiny greens to struggle out of hardened lava flow and reach for the sun.
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