Publisher's Letter

Hope. The irony is that I never fully understood the meaning of the word until I experienced hopelessness. Twenty-fifteen did not exactly end the way I had planned. On December 18, I was on my way to my family Christmas weekend when I got a phone call that my brother, Tod, had collapsed with, at the time, what we thought was a seizure. He had been taken to the ER and was doing fine. However, the memories that were gained over the next 12 hours would prove to be some of the most cherished and also the most difficult of my life.

As my sisters, Mendi McCall and Dena McGregor, and I sat with our brother in his hospital room, we had the best time we have had since we were kids.  All together, just the four of us, for two hours, recalling childhood memories and giving each other a hard time. Just like we did growing up.  Everything was fine and Tod was going to be alright. Our mom came back to stay the night with him and we left with our dad to go home for the night. And just like that, my life would never be the same. 

Over the next six hours, I would come to understand the meaning of the word HOPE because I had truly felt hopeless. Tod had not had a seizure that day, but instead had gone into cardiac arrest because of ventricular fibrillation. I had hope that each time he went into cardiac arrest the doctors and nurses would bring him back and that his heartbeat would stabilize. But there came a point when extreme hopelessness consumed me. When he could not be stabilized long enough to be care flighted to a cardiac unit 26 minutes away. Tod’s heart gave out and he passed away in the early morning on December 19. 

What I am learning through this experience is that hope does not have one simple meaning. Every person has their very own unique definition of the word. It truly depends on the individual and the circumstances of life. To Stephanie Vasso, hope is not just a word that can be described in the dictionary. It is not something she does or does not feel. Hope is something she inspires to give through art. Six cold, weathered, dreary stone pillars were the canvas to provide that and to remind those that come under The Bridge to have hope. It is an amazing story of a community coming together to not simply brighten someones day but to add vibrance and life to what once was dull and hopeless.  

As we start this new year, I choose to not make my typical resolutions because I usually give up by January 15th. Nope, not going to fail miserably this year. But you know what’s funny about it, I usually don’t even think about how I didn’t stick to my resolutions until the new year rolls back around! However, I sure “hope” I get in the best shape of my life and slow down enough to smell the roses! From the BSCENE team to you, we wish you a blessed 2016! 


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