Hope is a buoy that keeps you afloat. Disappointment is a millstone round the neck to drown you. It pulls you quickly away from the daylight, descending into the cold, murky depths of gloom. From that distance, hope seems unattainable. If visible at all, it is but a speck, still bobbing away at the surface where light glimmers.
Who is the swimmer strong enough to push that buoy down to you in your despair, that it might pull you back into the light and air?