What is hope? Is it a three-year-old hoping he would get a lot of toys for Christmas? Is it a mother hoping that her children would be good citizens?

Fear, hope, love, hate. Each short word is able to evoke a personal response; each is present in life…sometimes concurrently.

She had missed the point. Now she was ostracized; she knew it and acted as such. Inside she felt rather empty.

Throughout history it seems that the best way to get one’s point across has been to illustrate one’s thoughts enfolded in a story.

Have you ever felt completely alone—that no one cares for you and no one shares your plight?

I was returning home to the United States from Bangkok, Thailand, in May this year, after a successful stewardship convention for the Southern Asia Pacific Division.