“They said I was hope. . .I couldn't be what I thought they'd wanted me to be. . .but hope isn't denying who you are or what you've been through; what you lost. Hope is knowing what you carry with you. How heavy is the load. How easy it'd be to stay still, to do nothing. To yield to the weight and fall to the mud. And yet despite that burden, or maybe because of it, you're still running.”
Book:Heroes in Crisis