Hope – Part 3
It’s a beautiful spring morning. Our home in Maine is by the sea and in view of the working waterfront. Watching the lobsterman (now only one since the winter storm last year wiped out the majority of the lobster pound wharfs) loading his traps brought a poignant sadness to the beauty. The 91-year-old owner of the property, despite the devastation of the business, still comes down every day to check the building. Our neighbor across the street has been dying of cancer for the last two years. He spent the winter at a nearby hospice not expecting to make it to spring. He had even rehomed the love of his life “Puppy” to another neighbor. Yet here he is, all 100 pounds of him,... Read More →