Of several things that astonish me about people, one of them tops the chart------How do people continue to hope and rise amidst fear, discouragement, and disappointment? Amidst blood, sweat, and tears. When the Shangrila of dreams shatters, what propels one to dislodge the shards from the bleeding places and start walking again? I find myself woefully inadequate when it comes to understanding human resilience. What I know for sure is- it exists. What I know for sure is that life would have ended for many of us without it.