My name is Scolastica I live in Italy, I am 98 years old.
As a teacher, I have always received so much hope from the children at school. The young people I also met in the parish, the world going on with them, gave me hope. A young man was waiting for me every day at the school door, greeting me and always asking me for a sweet. It was a joy for me, a simple thing, but accompanied by joy. It was not the importance of the candy but the hope that was renewed every morning in this meeting.
Their attention in class, their desire to learn was a source of hope for me, I felt that there was something inside them that was beginning to live, that there was someone there to give them strength, you know?
With my almost 99 years of age, I look for hope in the Lord every day, in the sisters they too give me hope with their lives, without always complaining. When I feel I have no hope I ask myself: after this life what do I find? I find the Lord my hope, in Him I find it most alive, Him the hope of every day of my life.
Hope is found in joy, in prayer.
