People live and die with...
People live and die with many kinds of hopes. My dad always hoped that "his ship would
come in" -- that one day he'd escape the lower middle-income status he faced all of his
life. I'm sure he had many hopes he never shared with me. I wished many years that the
Boston Red Sox would win a World Series. After many disappointments, the Red Sox
finally brought me joy -- twice.
Many people I know continue to hope in things that will disappoint them. They suffer
letdowns that age them, frustrate them, bring anguish, and end in grief. They are good