A meeting last week sticks out in my mind. A memory about grit and hope.
It was with a friend who is recovering from a massive stroke and heart attack. He was in a coma for a month.
He was CEO of one of my investments many years ago. He is extremely wealthy, at one point owning 30 high-end cars. He has all the comforts of the material life.
The stroke has changed him. He needs a lot of assistance and is working full-time on rehab. The stroke has limited what he can do. He had to sell his cars, as he cannot drive them. This broke is heart, he told me, just one of many new limitations with which he must cope.
But, he is very hopeful. He is determined to get better and now wants to spend the rest of his life helping others.
I marveled at my friend’s inner strength, and it made me think about the importance of hope.
I write this as I work out at the gym and listen to uplifting music. One such song is below (or, click here). It is about spiritual hope and freedom and wanted to share it with you. I love the first 30 seconds, during which the crowd explodes in joy.
I hope that it gives you hope.
A restful Sunday to all….