#dani ric

[charlesslut16]

This is a very sensitive request, please don’t feel pressured to write it.

Can I have an emotional friends to lovers! Daniel fic where he loves the reader for being as goofy as him. However, he accidentally finds out the reader is hiding a dark past filled with childhood SA, SH, and an attempted suicide because she doesn’t want to scare him off. She immediately starts having a breakdown and apologizing to him but him being a sweetheart comforts her and takes care of her while validating his love for her

-suffocating weight-

summary : you and daniel have a funny evening until one question....

PAIRINGS : daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

WARNINGS : TW, talk about abuse, selfharm, suicide thoughts, childhood trauma, SA, SH and much more!

note : if you are struggling or if you need to talk about something,my door is always open for you and noting is embarrasing or stupid about what you want to tell me! The world is a better place with you!!!

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Daniel Ricciardo had always been a person of light, illuminating the lives of those around him with his infectious energy and carefree goofiness. You two shared that bond—an unspoken understanding of how much life could be lighter, softer, if you just laughed.

Your friendship had grown over the many years, peppered with laughter, inside jokes, and those mischievous grins he always flashed your way. It was as if you were soulmates.

But there was something darker that you carried. A weight you never let him see. You didn’t want to ruin the way he saw you—the way he loved the goofiness in you that matched his own.

You couldn't imagine scaring him off by revealing the scars left behind by your past, by the childhood trauma that had shaped you. The fear, the shame, the self-hate—it was all too much.

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It started like any other night. The two of you sat in his kitchen, playing a silly game of truth or dare with beers in hand, laughter bouncing off the walls. The warm glow of the dim lights softened the world around you, creating a sense of safety.

"I dare you to…" Daniel's voice trailed off as he leaned forward on the table, flashing you that playful smirk, that you loved so much. "Tell me your deepest, darkest secret."

You froze, your smile faltering. Panic flared inside you. You wanted to laugh it off like you always did, but something about the way he looked at you—something so earnest, so trusting—made your walls shake.

"Come on," he teased, nudging your foot with his. "You know I won't judge. It’s me, after all." He wiggled his eyebrows. You knew it was him, but that fact had made it so horrifying. You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry.

"Nah, you wouldn't want to know that," you said with a half-hearted chuckle, trying to steer the moment back into safer waters. But Daniel saw it—the shift in your eyes. The hurt you carried.

His happy laughter faded, concern creasing his dark brow. "Hey… I was just kidding. You don't have to—" "No, it's fine," you cut him off, your voice shaking now. Why did you say that? It wasn’t fine. Not at all.

The room seemed to shrink around you as you realized there was no escaping this moment, no running from the truth anymore. Your hands trembled as you pulled your knees to your chest, instinctively trying to shield yourself.

"It’s not what you think," you began, your voice barely a whisper. "It’s just…there's stuff about me. Stuff I don’t talk about. Ever."

Daniel’s face softened immediately. You were hurt, and he would do anything to change that even if he knew, he couldn't change the past. He placed his beer down and shifted closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You can tell me anything. You know that, right?" The sincerity in his voice cracked something inside you. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you took a deep, shuddering breath. "When I was a kid…"

You paused, your breath hitching in your throat. "I went through things. Things no kid should ever go through. Sexual abuse…self-harm… I—" Your voice broke, and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hold back the flood of emotions.

"I tried to end it once. It just…it felt like too much." The words hung in the air between you like a heavy cloud. You couldn’t look at him. The shame, the fear of his reaction, it all pressed down on you like a suffocating weight.

"I'm so sorry, Daniel," you whispered, your voice cracking as tears began to spill down your cheeks. "I didn't want to scare you away. I didn't want you to look at me differently." And then you felt it—his hand, gentle but firm, taking yours.

You opened your eyes to see his face, not filled with judgment or pity, but something deeper. Something you had never seen in him. "Hey," he murmured softly, his thumb brushing the back of your hand. "I'm not going anywhere. Not ever." And you knew it was true, even tho you couldn't believe it.

Your tears flowed harder, your body trembling as you tried to speak through the sobs. "I-I just didn’t want you to think I’m broken, that I’m too messed up to be around you. You deserve someone…someone who doesn’t carry all this."

Daniel's heart clenched at your words. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. You melted into him, your sobs muffled against his shirt as he held you close, his hand gently running through your hair.

"You're not broken," he whispered, his voice steady and sure. "You're the strongest person I know." You clung to him, his warmth seeping into the cold void that had always seemed to linger inside you. He didn’t let go, not for a second, as you cried against him, years of pain and fear pouring out.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered through your tears again. Your head felt heavy even though you told him, the heavy hearted topic and the constant 'I'm sorry's' were killing your head.

“Don’t be. You never have to apologize for being real with me.” He pulled back just enough to cup your face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears. "You’ve been carrying all of this alone, haven’t you?" You nodded, your throat tight.

"I didn’t want to burden you." He shook his head, his expression soft but resolute. "You could never be a burden to me. You’re my best friend…and more. I love every part of you. Even the parts that hurt."

Your heart lurched at his words. The walls you'd built around yourself, the ones you'd used to keep the world at a distance, began to crumble under the weight of his kindness.

"There were times," you began again, your voice shaky, "when the pain was too much. I didn’t know how to handle it, so… I started hurting myself. Cutting. I thought if I made the pain on the outside, maybe it would take away what was happening on the inside."

The confession hung in the air between you, raw and vulnerable. You could hardly breathe as the memories rushed back—those nights where the emotional pain became unbearable, where the only release you could find was through hurting your own body. It was a vicious cycle, and for so long, it felt like it was the only control you had over your life.

Daniel didn’t flinch. His gaze softened, and without a word, he gently traced his fingers over your forearms. It was like he understood. The touch wasn’t invasive, wasn’t pitying—it was a reminder that you were still here, still whole, despite the scars.

"I hate that you went through that," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "That you felt so alone. But I’m so proud of you for surviving. I wish I could’ve been there to help."

Your throat tightened as his words sank in, and the tears started to flow again, softer this time. "I didn’t want anyone to know. I was so ashamed. I never recovered."

He shook his head, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You were doing what you needed to survive. But you’re not alone now. You never have to go through this alone again."

The weight of his words wrapped around you like a blanket of warmth, and for the first time in a long time, you believed it. That you didn’t have to carry this burden by yourself anymore. That someone cared about you enough to stay, even when the darkness threatened to swallow you whole.

"But why?" you asked, your voice trembling. "Why would you want to deal with all of this? It’s messy, it’s ugly, and I’m—I’m scared that if you knew everything, you wouldn’t love me the same." Daniel looked at you with a tenderness that made your chest ache. He took both of your hands in his, squeezing them gently.

"Because I love you. And I don’t just love the happy, goofy you. I love all of you. Even the parts that hurt, even the parts that you’re scared of. That’s what love is, right? Being there for everything."

Your heart cracked wide open at his words. The walls you had so carefully built up around yourself crumbled completely under the weight of his love, his acceptance. You leaned into him again, burying your face in his chest as a fresh wave of tears came, but this time, they were tears of relief. Of hope.

"I love you too," you whispered, your voice barely audible, but you knew he heard it. His arms tightened around you, and you felt his lips press a soft kiss against the top of your head.

For the first time in a long time, you felt seen. You felt understood. And you knew, deep down, that no matter how dark your past had been, there was light in your future—with Daniel by your side, loving you just as fiercely as you deserved.

[shakemelikeasnowglobe]

By the way before this becomes a problem next year

Gabriel bortoleto's name is similar to the brazilian word borboleta meaning butterfly so if yall start see him associated with butterflies please don't say he is "copying daniel" or "stealing Daniel's symbol"

It's already a thing from the brazilian fans to associate him with butterflies so don't make a fuzz about it okay

[tayriclansupremacy]

DAN | Hun GP

[ferraripoolfc]

Youngggg dani ric is so cute like wow I love him

[whatarethe0ddsac]

The Honey Badger is Back! 🦡🍯💙🤍

Gotta be honest guys, I was half blind when this news came out and I got excited so I cried and my eyes BURNED so bad- it was worth it lmao 🤙🏼✨

HONESTLY- I feel bad for Nyck, he deserved more than 10 races to prove himself but- it is what it is and now I’m just happy Dani Ric is back with a smile and all the vibe to compete 🥺💙

Enjoy my silly lil’ drawing!! 💙🤍 HUNGARY LET’S GOOOOO! 🇭🇺❤️

P.S. First time drawing a Honey Badger, those creatures are weird af looking lmao-

+Close Up & Speed paint 👀🦡✨

[bluerosefox]

Protecting Family

Hmmm

I'm on a Danny is Dick's child kick rn so I'm making more.

But lets add in some Ghost King Danny!, Dad to a deaged Ellie and Dan! And toddler Mar'i Grayson.

Danny was conceived during Dick's amnesia year when he was Ric and the woman couldn't find him to tell him (or maybe the Owls caught wind of the pregnancy and took her) and he ended up somehow (hmmm maybe a meddling time keeper?) with the Fentons.

Danny grows as a Fenton, he knows he was adopted btw, then becomes Phantom, protects Amity, becomes the Ghost King and things seem to be going okay between Amity Parkers and the Infinite Realms since they took care of the GIW problem, AND has been a good doting teen dad to his deaged 'cousins/clones' turned kids.

Danny was going to go pick his kids up from daycare one day when CHAOS happens. Just as he wrangles Ellie onto his shoulders, cause she wants to be tall today, and about to take Dan's hand cause he's and I quote "A big boy and not a baby like Ellie, Dad!" he suddenly feels the tug of his family being in danger.

Thing is, its a blood related danger. Meaning someone blood related to him was in grave danger, and by the emotions he can feel, its someone young, way younger than him.

Problem.

The only people Danny knows with his blood in their veins and are young enough for the feeling are with him.

So who?

But due to Danny being a protector spirit AND knowing the feeling is from someone as young as his own kids, Danny decides to use his Ghost King Powers to summon said person from the danger to him.

Danny opens his free arms out just as a tiny toddler with black hair like his own but with bright green eyes, even the sclera were green, in a ruined party dress drops from the sky from the summoning circle that had opened above him.

Danny stares at the terrified child, whose hands are tied by rope and was crying, and takes notes of certain traits she had that he saw every time in the mirror or on his own kids, same eye shape and cheekbones. He can tell his ghost core has claimed her as family but not as his kid though.

No the connection that formed was almost like his connection with Jazz but a bit stronger.

This kid, was his sister. His blood related one.

-Meanwhile-

Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing, and his family were freaking the fuck out.

Dick was already panicked when his daughter Mar'i had gotten kidnapped just a few hours ago by the Joker.

Now he was feeling pure dread when his daughter, who was about to be killed, was suddenly pulled into a strange glowing circle at the last minute and disappeared into thin air.

[vro0m]

It's only now sinking that Lawson will be there for the next race???

[charlesslut16]

hey girly!!!

i hope you had an amazing day! I would like to request,if ou could maybe write a imagine about liam lawson x his girlfriend,who is a massive daniel ricciardo fan. They are both so happy that liam is racing for the next weeks but you are also sad for daniel and now you are in a weird situation.

Hope you could do it!

PS : I will miss him so dearly but i am so so happy for liam

-you can be both-

summary : you and liam talk about his new F1 seat but you tell him about the sadness in your heart,as you are a hardcore fan of daniel

PAIRINGS : liam lawson x fem!girlfriend (daniel ricciardo)

WARNINGS : none

notes : i hope you will like this and I WILL MISS DANIEL SO SO DEARLY!!! (please send in more requests)

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You’re sitting cross-legged on the hotel bed you and Liam Lawson, your boyfriend, shared, your phone resting on your lap, endlessly scrolling through the latest F1 updates. 

Your stomach twists with a mixture of emotions as you read another article about Daniel Ricciardo leaving and Liam stepping in to take his place for the races. It still feels so strange—like you’re caught in two opposite worlds.

Being beyond proud of Liam. The man you love is getting his shot at Formula 1. You’ve been there through the highs and lows, watching him grind through junior formulas, putting in the hours, dreaming of this exact moment. 

He’s worked so hard, and this chance means everything. But at the same time, you’re gutted for Daniel, who you’ve been a fan of for years—long before you met Liam.

The door clicks open, and you glance up to see Liam walking in, fresh from a meeting with the team. His eyes immediately find yours, and there’s a light in them, that familiar spark of excitement, but you can tell he’s a little on edge, too. This is his moment, after all.

“Hey, babe,” he greets you with a soft smile, dropping his bag by the door. His voice is calm, but you know him well enough to sense the nervous energy humming beneath the surface.

“Hey,” you reply, smiling back happily. You want to jump up, throw your arms around him, tell him how proud you are, but the knot in your stomach holds you back.

He sits down beside you, his arm automatically wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer. His touch is warm, comforting, but the whirlwind of emotions is still there.

“I’m so happy for you,” you blurt out, your words rushing together before you can stop them. “I mean, this is your dream, Liam. You’ve worked for this your whole life, and now it’s finally happening. But…”

Liam’s eyes soften, and he tilts his head to look at you, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your side. “But?”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t know. I guess I feel kind of weird about it all. I’ve been a fan of Daniel for so long, and it just… it sucks that he’s leaving. Not only that, but I was so excited to see him back this season, and now he’s expected to leave, and you’re the one replacing him.” 

Your words feel tangled in your throat, and you hate how conflicted you sound, you didn't like it, you were happy, why did it feel so wrong. “I’m happy for you—so, so happy—but I feel bad for him too, you know?”

Liam’s quiet for a moment, just listening, and it’s one of the things you love most about him. He doesn’t interrupt or rush to reassure you. He just lets you get it all out.

“I get it,” he finally says, his voice soft, understanding. “You’ve always loved Daniel, and honestly? So have I. I’ve looked up to him for years. He’s a legend in the sport, and it’s not fair that he’s out like this. If I weren’t racing, I’d be rooting for him, just like you.”

You exhale, relieved that he understands, but still feeling a little guilty for having these feelings at all. “I know I should just be focusing on you, and I want to. It’s just… I never thought I’d be in this position—where I’m excited for you, but also sad because of what happened to him. It’s like I’m stuck between wanting you to kill it on track and hoping Daniel doesn't leave.”

Liam pulls you closer, his lips brushing your forehead as he lets out a small chuckle. “It’s okay to feel that way. You don’t have to choose between supporting me and being sad for Dan. You can do both.”

You glance up at him, feeling your heart swell with affection. How does he always manage to make everything seem so simple? Because he was the man you fell in love with.

“You think so?” you ask, your voice softer now, the knot in your stomach loosening just a little.

“Of course,” he replies, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I’m not competing against your Daniel fangirl side.” He teases you lightly, making you laugh, which feels like a release. 

“Besides, I think Dan would want me to do well. He knows that I will be a good person to race in his place, even tho no one can ever replace him.”

You nod, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude wash over you. “I guess I’ve just been a little overwhelmed by it all. You deserve this, and I’m so proud of you. I just hate that it’s happening like this.”

“I know,” he says, his voice steady, reassuring. “But this is my chance to show what I can do, and I’m going to give it everything. For me, for you, and for Daniel too. He’d want someone who respects him and the sport to be in the car.”

You smile up at him, feeling the tension in your chest start to ease. He’s right, of course. Daniel would want that, and more than anything, you want Liam to succeed.

“Thanks for understanding,” you murmur, leaning into him.

He wraps his arms around you fully now, holding you tight. “I’ll always understand. And hey,” he pulls back just enough to catch your eye, “when you see Daniel on the grid, you can go right back to fangirling over him.”

You roll your eyes, swatting him playfully. “Don’t get jealous.”

“Jealous? Me? Never,” Liam smirks, but his eyes twinkle with that playful charm that always makes your heart skip a beat. “As long as you’re wearing my team cap and cheering for me.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I will. But seriously, Liam, I’ll be cheering for you every second. This is your moment.”

He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours. “And I’m lucky to have you here with me.”

At this moment, the confusion, the conflict—it all melts away. There’s only you and Liam, and the road ahead. Whatever happens with Daniel, you know you’ll be there for both of them. But right now, this is Liam’s time to shine, and you wouldn’t miss it for the world.

[incorrectwattpad]

liam lawson 🫶 is my favorite pretty princess 👑 so glad that he’s taking over for that loser danny riccyardo

the door is over there

🚪

[dear-ao3]

NAH BC HAS AN AVID RED BULL HATER THE BEGINNING OF THIS RACE WAS WILD

yeah!!

i didnt actually watch the beginning i think i tuned in at lap 15 because i was just finishing work but my sister was narrating it to me over the phone and i had just walked out of work when he crashed and i literally screamed people looked at it me it was very funny

[julesoldfashionedmen]

idc who gets checo's seat just don't make it daniel ricciardo✊🏻

[alexalblondo]

what if its a party invite and that why so many people have had it

They did tell us to chillax omg

[shes-unwell-babe]

It does feel like slight poetic justice to see Liam at the bottom of the grid x

[curioussoulsliveanddie-blog]

Yes, dear lord, I just pray that he's somewhere happy and that he knows that his fans are his regardless of him having a seat

every hour is missing daniel hour

[innorris]

More Than Just Old Friends / LN

The Quiet Before the Storm

Summary: Lando starts realizing his feelings for a longtime friend during a race weekend. A quiet moment between them hints at something more than friendship.

The paddock buzzed with the usual chaos of a race weekend—mechanics shouting over the whir of drills, media personnel chasing quotes, and fans lined up behind barricades hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite drivers. But Lando Norris had tuned it all out. His gaze was fixed on someone else.

She was standing near the McLaren garage, talking to Carlos Sainz. Her presence wasn’t new—she had been around for years—but lately, something about the way she smiled or pushed her hair behind her ear made him see her differently.

Lando leaned against a metal railing, arms crossed over his chest. He wasn’t even sure what he was waiting for. An excuse to talk to her? A moment alone? He didn’t know.

“Are you going to stare at her all day or actually say something?” Dani Rics voice cut through his thoughts as he approached with his usual playful swagger.

Lando scoffed, pretending to look away. “I’m not staring.”

Daniel laughed. “Mate, you’re basically in a rom-com montage. All that’s missing is the music.”

“Shut up,” Lando muttered, but a smile crept onto his face anyway.

Daniel nudged him with his elbow. “You’ve known her forever. What’s stopping you?”

That was the thing. He had known her forever. Their friendship dated back to karting days—when helmets were too big for their heads and the only thing that mattered was who got to the finish line first. She was a constant. Someone who understood the madness of motorsport without ever needing it to define her.

Lando didn’t want to risk ruining that.

He was pulled from his thoughts when she turned and caught his eye. She smiled and waved.

God, that smile.

He waved back, pretending to be casual.

Later, after media obligations were done and the sun began to dip behind the garages, she found him sitting alone at the edge of the pit lane, legs hanging over the concrete ledge.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting soft,” she said, plopping down beside him.

He grinned. “Just enjoying the quiet before qualifying.”

She looked at him for a moment. “You always do this. Go quiet the night before a big race. What’s in that overthinking brain of yours this time?”

Lando shrugged. “Just… stuff.”

“‘Stuff,’” she repeated, amused. “That’s very specific.”

He turned to look at her, the corners of his lips twitching upward. “You know me. Man of mystery.”

She rolled her eyes. “More like man of sarcasm.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while. The air between them wasn’t awkward—but there was a weight to it. Something unspoken. Something waiting to break through the surface.

Finally, she nudged him gently with her shoulder. “You remember that race in Valencia when you waved at me from the track and then nearly spun out?”

He groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

She laughed. “You were so embarrassed.”

“I thought I was being smooth.”

“You were being an idiot.”

He grinned. “Maybe I was trying to impress you.”

She paused at that. Her smile faded just slightly, her eyes narrowing in curiosity. “Were you?”

Lando looked at her, seriously this time. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

Her breath hitched ever so slightly—but then she smiled again, brushing it off with a smirk. “Well, if that was your best move, I’m not impressed.”

Lando raised an eyebrow. “Good thing I’ve got better ones now.”

She stood up, stretching, clearly ending the conversation—but not without throwing him a glance over her shoulder. “We’ll see about that, Norris.”

He watched her walk away, a smile tugging at his lips.

Maybe… just maybe, he wasn’t imagining it after all.

[charlesslut16]

-a journey through mental health-

summary: Daniel sees you changing your behavior and talks with you about it...

PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

WARNINGS: mental health talk!

note: If you need help with anything, i'm always here for you, my loves

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the tranquil landscape, Daniel Ricciardo sat beside his girlfriend, you, your eyes clouded with a heaviness he had never seen before.

Daniel had always experienced his girlfriend, as the brightest ray of sunshine, like nothing bad had ever touched her. And he so wished that it could have been true, even if he knew in his heart that this hope could not be fulfilled.

You were nestled on a cozy blanket under the shade of a sprawling oak tree, a place you often sought solace in each other's company. It was your comfort place. Forever.

Daniel noticed the subtle shifts in your demeanor over the past few weeks. Your laughter seemed forced, your smile fleeting, and your once bright eyes now held a hint of sorrow.

He could no longer ignore the invisible barrier that seemed to separate you from him, and he knew he couldn't sit idly by any longer. Daniel knew that he needed to say something, to help you, his rock.

"Hey, my love," Daniel said softly, reaching out to gently grasp your hand. He always did this, so you would think it was something so bad, but enough to let you know that this was important.

"You've seemed a little off lately. Is everything okay?"

His words hung in the air, lingering in the space between you like a delicate thread. You sighed, your shoulders slumping under the weight of your hidden burdens.

For weeks, you had tried to mask your struggles, but now, sitting beside Daniel, you couldn't bear to keep up the facade any longer. Your facade had crumbled and laid bare to Daniel.

"I... I don't know, Daniel," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've been feeling... lost. Like I'm drowning in my own thoughts, and I can't find my way back to the surface."

Daniel's heart clenched at your words, the pain evident in your voice cutting through him like a knife. He had always admired your strength and resilience, but now, seeing your vulnerability laid bare before him, he felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him.

Tears started to show in your eyes as you leaned into his embrace, finding solace in his reassuring presence. "I'm sorry, Dan," you murmured, her voice choked with emotion. "I don't mean to burden you with my struggles."

"Hey, it's okay," Daniel murmured gently, pulling you into his warm and safe embrace. "You don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you, always. Do not forget this, ever."

Tears welled in your eyes as you buried your face in his chest, your grip on him tightening, as if you feared he would disappear if you let go. At that moment, Daniel vowed to be your rock, your anchor in the storm raging within you.

Just as you were for him.

"You're not alone in this, love," Daniel whispered lovely, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "We'll get through this together, one step at a time. No rush."

And so, beneath the starlit sky, Daniel held you close, his arms a shield against the darkness that threatened to consume you. He hated himself for not seeing this sooner.

With each whispered word of reassurance, he reminded you that you were loved, cherished, and worthy of all the happiness in the world. And he would gladly give it to you.

As you sat in the quiet comfort of each other's arms, you felt a glimmer of hope stir within your heart. With Daniel by your side, you knew you could weather any storm, no matter how fierce.

At that moment, amidst the shadows of uncertainty, their love shone brighter than ever before.

And as the night stretched on, Daniel held you close, whispering words of love and reassurance until the darkness gave way to the light of a new day.

In the days that followed, Daniel stood by your side as you embarked on the journey toward healing. Together, you faced the highs and lows, the triumphs and setbacks, knowing that as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm.

And though the road ahead was fraught with challenges, Daniel remained steadfast in his love and support, a beacon of hope guiding you through the darkest of nights.

For in his arms, she found solace, strength, and the courage to believe that brighter days were just beyond the horizon.