Tomorrow is my favourite race of the year–the RBC Race for the Kids. I shared this post a couple of months ago but wanted to take time to share it again so that when you see all the race pictures tomorrow you will know what it was all about!
“Here they are—the hope of the world!” My dad exclaimed those words to countless groups of young people hanging around the halls at school over the course of many years; yet, somehow along the way, he lost his own hope. It’s been seven years since my dad decided that there was no hope; that somehow his life wasn’t important and that suicide was his only choice.
“They” say that time heals all wounds. “They” have apparently never met tragedy and heartache. Time doesn’t heal anything; it simply changes your perspective. Time allows you to see the beauty in the tears, remember the good times over the sad and teaches you that you are, in fact, much stronger than you ever thought.
When I think back to all those times my dad told young people that they were the hope of the world, I realize that he was right! Time marches on—past the good times and the tragic memories—and young people grow up. My daughters are ten and thirteen and time is not slowing down. My own children will be leading the world tomorrow. Young people today will be the teachers, the CEO’s, the advocates and the government of the future. They will be the mothers and fathers, friends and confidants—touching each person they come in contact with every single moment of their days.
Imagine if they had no hope; no one to talk to; and no one to listen and care—really care. Imagine if they were bullied at school and no one ever noticed. Imagine if they were crying in their room and no one ever told them it would be okay. Imagine they called out for help and were met with laughter and mocking instead of love and compassion.
A world where kids and teens feel alone in their struggles is a world I don’t want to be a part of. Everyone deserves hope. Everyone’s life matters.
As I remember the feeling of helplessness after my dad’s death, I think about all those others out there today who are sitting on a mental ledge just waiting to jump off because they feel so alone and worthless. Most of those struggling do so in silence—afraid to speak up; afraid of being judged; afraid of being mocked. Maybe they just need someone to be that voice for them. Perhaps this year we can all try to reach out a little more. Maybe we can love a little harder and care a little deeper. Perhaps we can listen a little more carefully and speak up just a little more boldly. Maybe this year we can all be hope for those who have no hope of their own.
Next time you walk past a group of young people, may the words, “here they are—the hope of the world!” echo in your mind. Smile as you pass and offer a kind word. You just might be the hope they’re looking for to make it through another day!
The RBC Race for the Kids takes place tomorrow, September 17, with distance options of 5k, 7k, or 15k. This is a race for the entire family that supports such an amazing cause!
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