These days I have not been a half-glass full kind of person, but I have been thinking about how to be hopeful in the face of difficult times. So…in no particular order, here are some things that I find hopeful:

I am of the opinion that our current president is trying to accrue to himself powers to which he is not entitled. It gives me hope that millions of others feel as I do and have taken to the streets to say so.

Despite what the administration tells us about rampant urban carnage, crime is down in New York City and the murder rate is lower than it was in the 1950s.

I am hopeful when I learn that many staff members of the conservative Heritage Foundation resigned to protest their director’s tacit condoning of the white supremacism of Tucker Carlson and Nick Fuentes.

I am horrified that Hamas butchered Israelis and that Israel has decimated Gaza and destroyed Palestinians in retaliation. But I am hopeful when a Syrian Muslim singlehandedly tackles a man with a gun, saving the lives of many Australian Jews in the midst of celebrating their faith.

While many people have been misinformed about the safety of the measles vaccine and have stopped giving it to their children, I am grateful to know that vaccines for measles and polio and Covid and flu even exist.

Even though the United States as a government seems to have abandoned its role as a charitable donor to the world, it is encouraging to know that other individuals and privately funded organizations continue to bring health and hope to the poorest countries of the globe.

I have a friend, a woman in her 60s, who was trained as a surgical nurse. Three times a year she volunteers to accompany a team of doctors and technicians as they go to areas of Africa, South America, and Ukraine offering surgical relief to those with facial anomalies and horrific battlefield injuries. I find this inspiring.

Watching chained immigrants duck-walked to a foreign prison is a living nightmare. However, there continue to be lawyers and organizations that are working tirelessly to protect their rights.

It is a gift that people continue to write books that inspire, entertain, and educate me.

It is gratifying to see white men helicoptering a black woman and her child to safety after a flood.

I am thrilled to be reminded that Beethoven wrote glorious but challenging choral music, and that people are willing to spend long hours rehearsing that music in order to sing it to me.

It gives me hope when someone opens a heavy door for me.

It gives me hope that pop-up foodbanks appeared to help those suffering during the government shutdown.

In our house it’s good news that the Green Bay Packers made the playoffs.

And it brings me happiness and hope when my husband brings me not one but two cookies from the resident lounge on his way back from the gym.