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Whispers of Hope



The prompt for Two Shoes Tuesday this week is "Hope"...

Late on a Saturday night, the young woman sat curled in a corner of the bedroom floor,  telephone receiver pressed to her ear, tears sliding slowly down her face as she spoke with the kind, gentle soul at the other end of the connection.  She recounted the most recent woes and offenses of her crumbling marriage to a man who had never loved her to begin with, and who was spending more and more time out partying on weekends, leaving her home alone.  Although this made her sad, she was also in a way grateful, as it meant a brief reprieve from his anger and his stone cold heart. 

She and her friend talked on into the night, knowing her husband would come home in the early hours of the morning, intoxicated and antagonistic, and smelling of cheap perfume.  He frightened her at these times. One wrong word or glance could set him off and all hell would break loose. She usually tried to pretend she was fast asleep, hoping he would just pass out in bed and leave her alone.  Sometimes it worked, but sometimes it didn't, with him flipping on the light switch, hurling insults and complaints, and smashing whatever was within reach without regard to what it might mean to it's owner... figurines, lamps, framed pictures on the wall, anything was fair game.  She had swept up the shattered remnants of glass and of her life more times than she could count. Talking in low soft tones, she would try to soothe him,  praying the children wouldn't be awakened.  She hated what he was doing to her life and theirs.

The friend at the other end of the phone was a thousand miles away, yet as close to her as a whisper.  He was the only one she talked to about the devastation of her life ; there was no one else she trusted.  Always he would listen with a caring heart, and encourage her to stay strong and focus on taking care of the children.  He promised her that this wouldn't last forever, and he tried to suggest various ways out of the horrible relationship,  but she was far too beaten down to believe she had the power to change her life. 

Week after week the scenario repeated itself, her on the phone with him, desperate for some shred of hope to cling to, and him promising her that life would get better, that something would happen to bring about change.  She didn't really believe him, and didn't see how that could possibly happen. She'd been praying hard for so long and it hadn't helped a bit.  But she wanted to believe him, oh how she wanted to believe!  Her shattered heart clung to the words of hope he offered, the whispered promises of a better day to come.  Those late night phone calls, the candles of hope her friend lit in the darkness, were all that kept her alive. 

Years later, when she finally found a way to free herself from the man who had led her to believe she was nothing, and her life did indeed begin to change for the better, she looked back with profound gratitude on the friendship that had been her lifeline; she vowed to pay it forward, to preach the gospel of hope to others... and she has.
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We'd love to have you write something about "hope" and join us!

26 comments:

  1. Very important and hopeful piece! Well done!

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  2. what a wonderful piece of writing.... definitely sounds like you've been there....at times like those hope definitely is the only thing that gets us through!

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    1. Thank you Brenda. Yes, I was there, this is my story, or I should say one of them. If it hadn't been for that tiny bit of hope, I wouldn't be here blogging now. Hope is essential to life!

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  3. After reading this, I feel like a jerk for writing a cynical bit about hope....a very moving tale, and too real for so many women...

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    1. Please don't feel that way about your post, Joanne, I thought it was great! The fun of doing group writing exercises is to see how different people approach the prompt. If we all had the same tone, it would be dreary reading indeed! :-)

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  4. Hope means so many things to so many people, but overall, we can agree it is what sees us through the hard times we are facing. Keeps us hanging in there, gives us strength to push forward. It helps having someone to encourage us. Makes the struggle easier than when struggling all alone. So glad this person had someone to lend an ear and made it out.

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    1. Amen, Robin! Hope is what gives us the courage to keep going, and hope comes from caring for and about each other!

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  5. I just love you Josie my kindred spirit friend, I am so glad you kept the hope alive for better days because we are all the more better for hearing your story and knowing we survivors have so many others who have been in that dark place & came into the light!

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    1. Thank you for your very kind words! I often consider how many people around me are also in bad situations in their relationships but don't speak out for so many reasons, that's why it is so important that we speak out, to let them know there is hope, there is a way out, and that there is a world of folks who care about them! In fact we should reach out to folks we encounter every single day, because that's what we're here for in life, to help each other on the journey!

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  6. Thank goodness for the friend, offering a tiny flicker of hope to hang on to in the darkest days. And, thank goodness that hope can finally be strong enough to encourage action. It's a powerful story, with such personal meaning to far too many women.

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    1. What this story illustrates is the importance of being that one person in someone's life, what a difference one person who cares can make! When I told my friend years later how much those calls had meant to me, and how powerful they were, he was truly surprised. We don't always realize that kind words offer hope and healing. Hope is the starter for change. We first must believe that something better could happen, and that we deserve it!

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  7. This is sad, Josie. Things ended the way it should except that it was way too late. Once and she should have drawn the line and left then. Or have gotten a Texas divorce, i.e. shot the guy.
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    1. The reality is, Jim, that this was the second of three abusive relationships I experienced. You would think one would learn after the first,but it doesn't always work that way. It took fifty years of life before I got my head on straight and decided I was worth more and wanted more out of life, and then - just as in your story today - my "Hope" helped me free myself from that prison of abuse before it was too late! Yes, I wasted way too many years, and it is a good thing we didn't have weapons in the house in those years, or it would have been a shorter marriage! ;-)

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    2. Thank you for sharing, Josie. It hurts me to read of your earlier life. i am so very glad that it is all over.
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      BTW, I am running late this week. I posted and ran. We are in London, arrived this morning, to visit the grandkids and kids. Daughter, Karen, has the job here.
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    3. I am glad it is over too Jim, but I have survived and learned from it - what doesn't kill you makes you stronger! ;-) My husband's childhood sounds similar to yours, at one point he had to prevent his step-father from killing his mother. Such a difficult role for a child, to protect a parent.

      Your visit to London sounds wonderful, have a wonderful time!!

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  8. That was hard to read. The protective Monkey wants to give you a great big hug.

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    1. The Monkey is such a sweetie! In reality it feels like another life, someone else's life now, I have gotten to the point of being able to emotionally detach myself from those years and look at them in perspective.

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  9. Awwwwweee. Everyone needs a friend who gives them hope. It's so hard to reach out sometimes, but it is amazing how much is on each end when we do. Thanks for posting joz. I love you soul sis

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    1. So true Soul Sis, it's often easier not to, to focus on ourselves and not try to interact, but there is so much to be given and gained on both ends if we will just try! We never know how our words or acts of kindness may affect someone who is alone or struggling. Hugs Soul Sis. :-)

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    2. So many thoughts and hugs are with you today my friend.. If i wouldn't have reacehed out when i did i wouldn't have been here for you during this time... And i hope our connection with that is helpful for you. You are not alone . I just wish i had magic words, but i know there are none.
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    3. It is a true comfort to know that you and so many others here have gone thru this same thing and know exactly how much it hurts the heart Soul Sis. I am so very grateful that you are present and reaching out, it warms my heart and it makes me so happy for you. Life can be good, it is good! OXOX

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