Simple Signs with Messages of Hope Resonate with Me

Simple Signs with Messages of Hope Resonate with Me
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I’m not a superstitious person always on the lookout for signs and omens. I don’t read the wrappers on Dove chocolates or seek life advice from the paper slips inside fortune cookies. I consult my horoscope but merely for the entertainment value. However, the last few months have been rough, and multiple sclerosis is only partially to blame. I’m experiencing a life phase in which everything feels impossible and everything I do seems pointless.

I’ve tried to keep my chin up, to “keep on keeping on” like Curtis Mayfield says I should — but I’d be a liar if I said that I was truly OK. I’m running on fumes, and somedays, no matter how many times I sing “Three Little Birds,” it takes everything that I have to get through all of the tasks in front of me.

Taking a sip of positivity with my coffee. (Photo by Jamie Hughes)

So, when I saw a coffee mug with the slogan, “Everything gets better with a good book,” I felt an urge to buy it. I agree with the sentiment. Sometimes, all you need is to escape into a good book, to learn from another’s perspective and be encouraged to change your own situation. But I think it’s more than that. I have to believe that things will get better, that what I’m going through will count for something, that my struggle matters. Living with multiple sclerosis has taught me about the importance of hope.

Then, during a recent outing, I discovered a public message that resonated with me. The handwritten words, “Everything Will Be OK, ” were on a sign erected on the side of an old smokehouse on the grounds of the Spruill Gallery in Atlanta, Georgia. I encountered the panel on my way home from a monthly meeting for a fellowship in which I’m participating. I had left the gathering via a route I don’t usually take — and there it was.

(Photo by Jamie Hughes)

The sign’s stark lettering and simple promise had an immediate effect on me. I turned around, parked in a turn lane with my hazard lights on, got out of my car, and ran back to take a photograph. I’m unsure about why the sign spoke to me in such a profound way, but apparently, I’m not alone.

According to the website of the Spruill Center for the Arts, “The sign became an instant sensation and remained for months, compelling passersby to stop and contemplate the words. … Periodically, the sign was replaced with other artistic work, but an outcry from the public called for the sign’s permanent return.”

That I’m not alone in my search for positivity makes me feel hopeful. It’s reassuring to know that others feel like I do. Perhaps you are seeking reassurance, too. Maybe you need to hear these words, to have someone tell you — despite evidence to the contrary — that “Everything will be OK.” Somehow, someway, everything will be OK. I don’t know how, when, or why, but I must believe that it’s true — for all of us.

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Jamie A. Hughes is a writer-editor living in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband, two sons, and a pair of very needy cats. She was diagnosed with relapsing-remitting MS in 2004 when she was just 25 years old. A lover of words since birth, she wasn’t about to let two little letters get her down. They don’t get the last word. And that’s why she writes her column — to help those dealing with MS to live more thoughtful, hopeful, and inspired lives.
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Jamie A. Hughes is a writer-editor living in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband, two sons, and a pair of very needy cats. She was diagnosed with relapsing-remitting MS in 2004 when she was just 25 years old. A lover of words since birth, she wasn’t about to let two little letters get her down. They don’t get the last word. And that’s why she writes her column — to help those dealing with MS to live more thoughtful, hopeful, and inspired lives.
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2 comments

  1. Claudia Mullally says:

    Jamie H, This article really hit home for me.I have hit a really challenging time in my life right now. I am a wife of 46 years ( to the same great guy), mom of 3 grown children, and grandma to 6. I was diagnosed officially in 1996 ., but have advanced unfortunately to SPMS. now.MS wise I am facing things that I have not experienced before and this article hit home for me and has given me a better perspective as to where I am going, with my life. Thank you I have some thinking to do. Oh and I am a physical therapy assistant and have spent most of my working days doing physical therapy for others. Life goes on,one day at a time with hope for a better future with this challenging disease. HOPE I am up to this challenge.👍😀 🤔

    • Jamie Hughes says:

      You are most certainly up to it, Claudia m’dear. You’re “chew nails and spit bullets” tough! Glad to know the sign found another needy pair of eyeballs. I know mine certainly did!

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