"What can I get for you?" the old man asked when I walked in the store. The expression on his face was expectant and hopeful, almost uncomfortably so.
I was on my bike, two mountains into West Virginia on a long ride. "Just a couple bottles of water," I said. His shoulders sagged, disappointment obvious, and I noticed the chalkboard menu behind him.
"And one of your sandwiches," I added quickly.
He asked what kind. I told him to make me his favorite. I pulled an old metal chair up to a scarred wooden table and...
That memory of the flicker of desperation in a struggling entrepreneur's eyes inspires me to try to give others in the same position a few tools that might go some small way towards helping them achieve their dreams.
And barring that, I try to provide a little spark of hope, because the most valuable thing we can give, no matter how faint or fleeting, is the gift of hope.
Continue Reading this good read by Jeff Haden
A provoking description of the changes afoot now for some time in our American-Dream land. The gift of hope...taps something deep within me, something I too want to be a part of giving to others.
