Hope Begins at the Bus Stop

This is just how I felt waiting outside in the dark, half an hour standing in the pouring rain at the bus stop. I was soaked through when I finally got home. Right through my Winter coat, even my bra was wet.

“Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don’t give up.” Anne Lamott

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