Storing Hope

Stories about love to restore hope in people's hearts


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Help the world to be a better place

My friend asked me a question. What should we do to support humanity?

My friend knew that this is something I think about often, because I understand that the problems of this world are big, and many. I feel people’s suffering, and I want to do what I can to help. I can only do a little, but if every person did what they can, it could add up to something big.

I gave my friend the best answer I have thought of so far, which is that everyone should love people in the area where he or she lives. I hope that each person who loves and takes care of the people around them will also inspire others to do the same. In this way, love will naturally spread from person to person.

I feel this can make a big difference and help make the world to be a better place.

What do you think my dear reader?

 


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Listening People’s Problems

When I was in Uganda (Africa) recently I learned something important from the students I met with. I was holding meetings often with students in different places and most of them were interested to share their problems with me. It was hard to solve their problems, but I decided to listen to them and let them express their feelings without me giving them my ideas.

Yes, I felt their problems so deeply, but I felt that needed to listen to them when they were sharing with me their problems instead of giving them my solutions. Later on, I asked them why don’t you share your problems with your parents or guardians? Most of them had the same answer by saying that our parents are always giving us solutions without listening to us express our feelings. That means some of the students don’t get enough attention to share more deeply their problems with the parents or guardians because of parents giving them quick solutions.

I used to do the same, but since then I learned to help them in the form of listening to people instead of coming up with my solutions. Often, after I listened to them they later came back and told me they were able to solve their problem.

I felt as if I did nothing to support them, but the students were appreciating me for listening to them.

Most of them said that it was a new experience for them being listened to. So I got to know that sometimes people want our attentions more than solutions. What do you think?


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Love is the only solution

Love is the only solution for all problems. This was my experience when I was facing a hard life, because I was born in a poor family, and I was not able to live with my parents. But my mom taught me how to love and the importance of love, and I had nothing else. So I used love to solve all my problems.

For example, when I moved into the city of Kampala in Uganda, I bought a piece of property and the city approved my land and put the landmarks around, showing where my property ends.

After a few days, my neighbor crossed over my landmarks and started using three meters of my land. Three meters in the city is very expensive, someone can start a business on that piece of land.

I told my neighbor that he crossed the landmark and took part of my land. He didn’t agree with what I was saying and he insisted that he knew where the landmarks stopped. I thought about what I should do. I decided having a good relationship with my neighbor is more valuable than three meters of land. So I forgave my neighbor in my heart and did my best to be a good friend to him.

After 6 months he came to my house early in the morning, and he said, “I need to talk to you Wilson.” Then we moved out and we sat outside. He apologized to me and said, “I made a mistake to cross the landmarks. I see how good you are, so I’d like you to take back your three meters which I had stolen from you.” Then we hugged each other and we were very happy to be very close neighbors.

I solved that problem by using love, instead of taking him to court. Love was a much better solution. Even if I will be taking him to court, I can make him refund my land; but he will not stop being mean to other people, and he will not be happy with me. So, more problems would come. But people won’t mean things when they love each other.

I encourage you to use love to solve your problems too.


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How I Got the Name Wilson

When I was born my parents gave me only one name, Agaba. It means giver. Recently, my daddy explained why he named me Agaba. He said my mom lost a kid, then both my parents believed that they are done having kids, but after awhile she got another kid. And later they got me! My daddy named me Agaba, meaning “giver,” because both of them were not expecting to have another kid. So that it was a gift from God. When my daddy shared with me this story I cried tears.

Also he told me that my mom surprised him when I was born. Both were working in the garden and my mom told him that she’s going home for few minutes, then she’ll be coming back and join him in the garden. Yet she was going to give birth at home! After giving birth to me she called my daddy to come home. When my daddy arrived home from the garden she showed him a baby! My daddy was so surprised.

When I was young, in my community we had an old man called Wilson who was kind and friendly to everyone. He had a garden of sugarcane and he was always allowing me to go and have the sugarcane I want from his garden.

He told me that whenever I want sugarcane do not hesitate to go in his garden and pick them.

He was so kind to each individual, I used to spend much time sharing with him about my problems, and he used to pay attention to me and gave me good advise how to be strong no matter how hard life is. And I was inspired to be like him, because he was a good man.

In Africa most of the people have one African name and one English name, but for me I had only an African name! When I reached eleven years old, I decided to have an English name. I went to the Church and asked the priest to baptize me with the name Wilson. I chose his name because he was an amazing man, and I loved his generosity and kindness. That’s the reason I decided Wilson to be my name.

Now I’m 37 years old. When I shared this story with my friend last week, she was so inspired and she told me to share the same story with people on my blog.

Do you like it? Enjoy reading it.

Wilson Agaba