Whatever your story, there is space for it here.

"My dad used to call every Sunday. After he passed, Sundays became the hardest day of the week. It’s been three years. I still miss the calls, but now Sundays remind me how lucky I was to have someone worth missing that much. I think that’s what hope has become for me."

— Anonymous
"Durante mucho tiempo pensé que tenía que hacer algo grande para tener un propósito. Con los años entendí que a veces el propósito está en las cosas más sencillas: cuidar a quienes amas, ayudar cuando puedes y dejar un poco de luz dondequiera que vayas."

—Marisol
"My granddaughter plants seeds and checks them every morning. She never seems to wonder if they'll grow. She just believes they will."

—Marla
"I’m 68 years old and I started painting last year. I’m terrible at it. My flowers look like vegetables and I still can’t paint a straight line. But every Tuesday at 6 p.m., I lose track of time. I spent most of my life doing what I was supposed to do. This is something I do simply because I love it."

—Linda