Green means hope

I wrote an entire post and then it went to an error screen.
An attack on my hope.
Or my post.
Today was icey and not warm.
Weather men lie.
Lots of hard meetings.
I want to help people.
Not have meetings about helping people.
I want to remember that EVERY person is worth ALL that I have.
And that every human craves and deserves love.
I chant to myself, "we're all fighting a battle."
But some days, I feel like the ideals are hard to live.
Even the people paid to help seem cynical.
It's like they paint GRAY all over my GREEN.
When I am ANGRY I want to paint in RED.
When people are cynical or apathetic they paint in GRAY.
I stopped between meetings at NOLA and had two double espresso machiattos.
I walked outside to ANGRY sleet.
A GRAY and DEAD Weinbergs Park.
As I walked toward Rosenthaler Platz I thought about MLK Jr.
Letters from a Birmingham jail.
"Injustice for one, is injustice for all."
GREEN GREEN GREEN.
People are worth it.
No matter how hard.
Or how uphill the battle.
INJUSTICE IS INJUSTICE and I cannot stand idly by.
I also cannot simply talk, I MUST act.
Meetings about vision and ideals ARE NOT ENOUGH.
Then out of the corner of my eye I saw this.
My Blip.
My providential sign.
Providence looked at the GRAY of the dead of winter.
Providence saw it, and painted in GREEN.
HOPE HOPE HOPE.
I am so thankful that I am not too grown up to let the little things speak to me.
Child like and childish are different.
And I choose to remain in a place of undeterred optimism.
What do I have to loose?