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I've lived and worked in a lot of places/countries. I've awaken to the call to prayers and to the ringing of church bells. I've seen people from all different religions, ethnicity, and culture work together, laugh together, and dine together. What I cannot understand is oppression. Oppression leads to hate. Hate leads to contempt. And contempt lead to people becoming 'the other'. When we see someone as the 'other' in our eyes they cease to be human. This is wrong. We are all human.

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Amen.

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Beautifully said (you should be a writer or something). There can also be a difference in definitions of the word hope. We can hope for something, whether or not we think there's a good chance of it ever occurring (I hope for world peace. I hope my sinuses clear up by tomorrow). And then there's a stronger version of hope -- an expectation of something that will be fulfilled or successful. I love the idea that we can hope for something, but then we need to get busy to make it so.

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I think what's important to me is that the two kinds of hope you're talking about demand the same response. You do whatever you can to make the thing come true, without your work being affected by the chances that it will.

(I hope your sinuses clear up, too.)

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They did, thank you. ;)

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Oh, good! I worked very hard for that!

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I love this. Hope as a verb.

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Hope is like breath. I love it. Thank you.

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