Yesterday, after a tumultuous journey, one that’s not yet finished, Blake Hutto came home. Much to the delight of his friends and family. I’ve never met Blake, though he lives a stones throw from my house. He is the older brother of one of my daughter Avery’s friend. Blake was t-boned by an RV while driving his car a few months back. While his friend who was riding in the passenger seat got out with minor injuries, Blake went into a coma. He would remain in the coma for over two months. No one was sure if he would live much less make it out of his coma. The local Chic-Fil-A donated 15% of their sales on one day to the family to help offset the medical costs. Countless prayers were prayed. He did make it out of the comma and our little community lined up to welcome him home. Being a father of three beautiful healthy children, I was overcome with mixed emotion watching a neighborhood rally around this boy and his family, and then watching a father helping his son into a wheelchair, something no father should have to do, but he happily did. All in all, I left with a joyous feeling. It was a homecoming. A family was reunited and began a new season in life. And witnessing the outpouring of love and support from his friends and strangers alike, I couldn’t help but think that there is hope for us yet.