As a kid, photos of places always made me wonder after the people who might live or work in that space. What were their interests? What choices brought them to where they were? In some cases, I wondered if the people were appreciative of just how nice some of the places were that they occupied, or were they too wrapped up in other things to even notice?
We find all kinds of occasions to celebrate the hope they bring, from new years to new days.
Most of us fill our lives with the opportunity of change a new beginning promises.
But the problem with these harbingers of better things to come is that they are only as good as the lessons we’ve learned from our old endings.
The new beginning that taught me this happened in my first year of high school. I had spent junior high with the school system telling me I was slow mentally and I was going to use high school to prove them wrong.