A frequent comment from many people these days is that they are losing hope. Hope for a better time for our country, hope for a better future for themselves.

We need hope. Yet hope eludes many. Why?

It has never been clear to me where hope originates. Like most things, it’s likely a combination of nature and nurture, of DNA, family upbringing, and external circumstances.

For many – myself included – hope is a gift – our natural default. If I see a field littered with poop, I look for the pony. Always.

But for many, in a given moment – particularly a moment of great peril, such as we are in – hope seems to be a matter of choice.

We choose hope over hopelessness, over despair. We choose hope because it is logical. Because it empowers. Choosing hope kicks into gear the machinations of ou

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