Hope. Joy. Peace.

Hope. Joy. Peace.

These are significant (important, meaningful) words for those of us who remember, and often retell, the traditional Christmas story.

Admittedly (saying something that is true), hope, joy, and peace can be difficult to find today. Sometimes, however, we can find them in unexpected places. I was happily surprised to find them recently in the story of Lester Potts, a man who suffered from Alzheimer’s disease.

Alzheimer’s disease is the most common form of dementia, an illness that affects your brain and memory and makes you slowly lose your ability to think and behave (act) normally.

In the early stages, people with Alzheimer’s begin to have difficulty thinking and remembering, but these difficulties don’t usually interfere with (prevent something from happening) everyday activities. You may have trouble doing more than one task at a time, solving problems, and remembering recent events or conversations; difficult activities may take you longer than they did in the past.

As Alzheimer’s gets worse, the symptoms become more obvious and make it difficult for you to take care of yourself. Eventually Alzheimer’s leads to death.

The mental changes that Alzheimer’s patients experience profoundly (very much, deeply) change the way they see themselves. And the way their families and friends see them. Many of the symptoms can be embarrassing and often cause patients and their families to withdraw from (stop taking part in) social activities. The last several months I’ve watched as one of my good friends and long-time mentor (an experienced person who advises and helps someone less experienced) has gone through this struggle (difficult time) with his wife. It’s very difficult.

Several years ago, Dale Short told Lester Potts’ story in the UAB (University of Alabama/Birmingham) Magazine. He writes that the changes in Potts “hit his family like a cyclone (violent storm).” His condition was soon bad enough that he couldn’t safely stay at home alone. Fortunately, his family were able to find an adult daycare center (a place for someone to stay while their families are at work) for him, a place where he felt comfortable. It became one of the few bright spots in his life.

One day a volunteer art teacher breathed (brought) hope and, eventually (in the end) , joy into Pott’s difficult life when she encouraged him to try painting with watercolors. Soon he began to bring home different kinds of paintings: still lifes (arrangements of objects like fruit or flowers), landscapes (pictures of the countryside or land), flowers, birds, and holiday scenes. They were often painted in bright colors, sometimes brighter than real-life.

Potts’ son Daniel, a doctor, said that “the breakthrough (important discovery) was nothing short of (less than) a miracle. Dad no longer had the ability to communicate through words, but somebody cared enough to unlock (open) a hidden talent. There’s something…about art; it can form connections in the brain even when the mind is fading away (slowly disappearing). He realized what he was achieving (doing, accomplishing). He was proud of the paintings he brought home, and he’d show them to us again and again.”

What a wonderful gift! Little did that volunteer art teacher know (she had no idea) how much joy, hope, and peace she would bring to Lester Potts and his family when she encouraged him to begin painting.

You can find Dale Short’s story here; the story that gave me the idea for this blog post is here. This YouTube video – Painting in the Twilight: An Artist’s Escape from Alzheimer’s – tells the story of Lester Potts and another artist who used art to communicate when they could no longer do so naturally.

~ Warren Ediger – English coach/tutor and creator of Successful English, where you can find clear explanations and helpful suggestions for better English.

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6 Responses to Hope. Joy. Peace.

  1. Rafael says:

    Every day is an opportunity to find someone or something that change our life to better or bad way of living. At this time I´m happy to read all this passages that you cher with me.


  2. emiliano says:

    Dear Warren, my father began to paint with more than 83 years and as he didn´t see well his pictures were really very
    nice, like the paints of a child with too much vivid colours.
    He began to paint and went to a class from the moment he was alone in home because my mather was necessary for her to
    be in a geritric and he was alone and sad in their house.
    I was a form of not feeling sad and not being so lonely, he could met people with the same interest to paint and he had
    happy years despite he was without her.
    All weeks he was to see her at least twice along more than 12 years, till she died with more than 90.
    My father was painting nearly till the end.
    I think he painted more two hundred paints along the last 14 years of his life.

    Being bad is a very good form of thereapy, in fact I have painted a lot when my dear Cuca was diagnostics with multiple
    esclerosis on the year 2000 and I have to take care of her and all the house chores.
    That year 2000 it seems to me that our life was over, but nothing more far of reality because despite her disease we
    haven really happy.
    A new lifee for me like house keeper, and also for her my dear spouse.

    Happy Christmast Dear Warren, be happy with your family and have a good new year.
    After a bad year for me and for her now I am going better.

    Thank you for this nice story.


  3. Vito says:

    What a great article, thanks.

    The more we hope, the more chances we have.
    Banal and obvious, yes, but confirmed by many generations.

    Have a great weekend, everyone. :3

  4. Peter says:

    Warmest wishes this holiday season

  5. Tania says:

    Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

    Best wishes,


  6. Ziba says:

    thank you Warren, it’s a very interesting topic


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