Hope

I am building hope. Or I am gaining hope. Little by little. It's an unexpected phone call here with an invite. An offer to go dancing there. It's discovering friends I didn't realize I had. It's a slowing growing belief in my own repeating that I will be ok. It's in another pretty good day with my daughter. Maybe I really am ok as a dad. All I can do is keep trying. She seems to want to come see me. She seems to enjoy our time together. It's harder considering I don't have a TV. We can go to the pool, but that won't last too much longer. My sources of hope are comming from a number of different places. And I am thankful for all of them. Tom