When I was a teen, I had cried my share of tears.
One of my favorite uncles was aware of the hard times I was facing.
One day, toward the end of an icy winter, he visited my family.
While everyone else was out and about, he called me into the kitchen and pointed out our window.
"Do you see that?"
I peered outside.
He said, "Do you see it? There's a blue bird over there.
She's a sign of new beginnings."
I think of that little bird every time I am going through a difficult time.
It helps keep a spark of hope in my heart.
What helps you to hold on?