Storing Hope

Stories about love to restore hope in people's hearts


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Spreading happiness

Last week I had a very wonderful conversation with my friend, in our conversation she said that we need to love many people as much as we can, because WE is bigger than ME. When she mentioned that that I felt so excited because the word WE uplifted my heart and her words supported my heart’s desire to love all.

I think that instead of focusing on bringing happiness to ourselves only, we should focus on spreading happiness to others. I have definitely experienced this in my own life. I am grateful to the many people who contributed to my happiness. People helped me a lot when I was facing a hard life; my life was going to be terrible without those people who helped me. That inspired me to love people. Love is the only way can bring happiness in our hearts. Love brings joy in all relationships.

God created each person in a unique way, everyone can love, everyone has a way to bring happiness to others. “I can’t” is not true, just sometimes people don’t want to be responsible for others. But that makes no one happy, not even ourselves.

That is the reason we need to be a team to bring happiness to others with our love.


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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


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Sharing with others

Sharing the cows with people in the community

When I was in Uganda I used to live in the city and I owned some my cows in the village. My plan was to butcher a cow each year to sell the meat for money I needed. But something happened to change my plan.

At Christmas season it was hard for people who are living in the village to celebrate their Christmas, because they didn’t have money to buy meat. At that season things are expensive, it’s a challenge for people. They want to celebrate Christmas with their families, but they can’t afford to buy meat.

I didn’t feel happy selling my meat for money, even though I needed the money, while my neighbors were suffering. I decided to share my cow with those people who can’t buy meat on Christmas.

I went to the village and invited people in the community to come and share my cow together to make sure that they are also happy. I had my own bills to pay, but I decided to make people happy instead of selling the cow and getting money for my own needs. All my neighbors came and got meat, even people I didn’t know came and I shared with them.

The whole village was happy. People were appreciating me, and sharing with me their happiness. People started being open and trusting me and they started sharing with me their personal stories.

I did the same the next year too and again, everyone was happy. When I moved to the USA I stopped doing it, but my friends and neighbors are still in my heart and I hope they are thinking about me too.

We can always share things. It doesn’t matter how little we have. Sharing is a way for our beloved ones to feel we love them.