Never Lose Hope.
I made it to 51 because hope springs eternal. And even when mother nature, or anything else around us seems impassable, Hope remains. The sun will eventually shine again, the winds will die back to breezes, the hail morph back to gentle steady pattering of rain on the roof, soaking into the thirsty ground instead of rushing over it. Homes will be rebuilt, lives will be re-started, and while families will still miss their loved ones, the memories will remain fresh and green, like a garden coming back together after a storm.