Three things occurred last week that raised my frustration level to a high point when it comes to Appalachia, politics, and our future in Southwest Virginia.
It was easy writing this in the beginning but after an e-mail I received later while composing this, it became harder to finish.
I keep hoping for a miracle here in Appalachia.
A miracle sort of like a George Bailey type miracle in “It’s a Wonderful Life”. It’s a miracle that I hope for personally and professionally.
You know the miracle. The one that leaves you crying more than one tear and has the little moral of the story at the end of the miracle, like Zuzu telling George and Mary that every time a bell rings, an angel gets their wings.
Personally, I’m looking for a Zuzu moment. A moment that I can say, I finally won the war but know that I have to continue to battle to stay atop of my game. I want to look upward and say “Thank you, God” instead of dropping my head and wondering what I didn’t do to get to that point. After a time, you feel like you can’t take much more.