The most admirable people I know are those that maintain hope for the moment. Hope for the moment comes at the cost of the pleasure of indulgence in self-pity and self-loathing. Hope for the moment comes from humility and the recognition that this injury, this sickness, this handicap is merely an accurate reflection of the truly broken state of my heart... and that only Christ has the power to heal. It is a frightening and fearsome recognition because it demands that I lay aside the crutch of my pain and fall into the arms of something intangible and uncertain and something wholly other than myself.