Hope Springs Eternal

I spend a lot of time with the homeless, and I have a tendency to “see” them in my travels.   Today, in a store, I spotted a gentleman standing in front of a lottery ticket machine.  He spent five minutes trying to straighten out his dollar, and another 5 looking over the selections.  My heart ached with the earnestness on his face.  I struggled with the urge to go over and advise him, not to save his money, but to spend it more wisely.  (Buy a quick pick, I thought, the odds are worse but the payout is bigger.)  This dollar should be dear to him, a lifeline to possible future success.  For him, it was found money. All he had to do is go through the trash at McDonalds for his next meal.  I knew better than to say anything, because it was obvious to me that he wasn't buying a ticket, so much as a dream.  He got his ticket and went outside, sat on the curb, and scratched his numbers slowly, one by one, pausing for a moment between each number.  He stared off in the distance, I can only imagine what the vision was.  In that moment he had all he needed in this world.

Re: Hope Springs Eternal

Oh Mudge; that is so wise. To let him be. This is synchronistic as my husband brought up the topic of hope today; and we realized that when someone is really down and out , that's what sees them through. Hope is like a light when you're in darkness.

“Hope”fully, it then leads to what is desired or needed or wanted;  because otherwise I wonder if it plunges a person down more? Or perhaps they get another reason to hope; as you said, it springs eternal.

Thank you Pandora, for letting it out!