My mom would say “shit” is my favorite word. I know its my go to frustration word because it is usually the perfect definition of where i find myself too often. And, usually, deep in it.
I would say my favorite word is “faith”. Every day, after every “shit storm”, there has to remain faith that there is another chance of things becoming different. Without it we would never have the hope in the future to pick ourselves up, dust off, and take the next step.
The Making of a Community 