Enough courage to make another.
Enough kindness to open a door.
And enough hope to keep walking through it.
Sometimes, that’s all a person needs.
Not everything.
Just enough.
Enough to survive.
Enough to love.
Enough to begin again.
I let a homeless elderly man sleep on my porch during a terrible summer storm. By morning, he was gone—but what he left beneath my doormat brought me to tears.
