It only takes a spark to get a fire going.

by Joel Kolb

Bending down over the ashes, I remember the fires of the past. Why had I been so careless to douse them with neglect? They were majestic in warmth and light, but all that remains now is this pile of ashes. Bending down further, I catch a colorful glimpse of a reddish amber glow. Could it be? A spark!

A glimmer of hope refusing to die. A chance opportunity sitting among the ashes, waiting to be fanned into flame. But how could such a spark burn? There is no wind. “How More >