I choose hope. Not blindly, not irrationally, not without additional action. I choose hope because that is what I can give my family, my students, my nation and the world every single day. I choose hope because the day after the election, the one day in recent memory where I could find absolutely none, hope was given back to me in the gentle caress of a six-year-old with autism. That dreadful morning, she took my face in her hands and looked deeply into me with her sparkling eyes. At that moment she saw the hope in my heart that seemed so impossibly buried. Not only will this child have a voice, so will all who go unheard. I. Choose. Hope.