I see the cowboy movies where a guy has taken a bullet. "Paw, am I going to be alright?"
"We got 'em, didn't we, Pa?"
"It's so cold, Paw."
False hope, off the top of my head: There may be times it really doesn't matter. The young cowboy is about to die. Why not give him one minute of false hope? Does it sound better, "You are going to die quickly"?
The problem is when that hope is turned into faith.
I have hope one day someone will help to make my life easier. Is it false hope? No. Am I crazy? No. I prefer to call it hope, like buying a lottery ticket. I also have hope those that would wish me to fail will stop with their BS. Is it paranoia? No. It is reality. I have hope lies will stop being said about me. Once again: reality....and just trying to make themselves to look better. The shame.
False hope when told an epidural will block the pain sometimes forever? Most likely. Two and a half days later and I was right. Sometimes it takes two of these here shots. We'll see.
My parents told me I could do anything in this world I wanted to do. False hope? No. If I really put my mind to it, don't give up, and believe in what I'm doing: let it grow, let it grow. Hope turns into reality.