"When something bad happens,
we have three choices ...
we have three choices ...
We can let it define us, let it destroy us
or let it strenthen us."
I wish I'd heard that bit of wisdom eight decades ago. It's too late for me now ...
Or is it?
Maybe the choosing can be retroactive ... Maybe I can still remember all those bad times I've spent a lifetime forgetting.
I'll endure the hurt all over again ... from a young child's beginning, up to teenager, on to motherhood, finally arriving back at this end-stage-plateau-for-the-elderly where I reside today.
Only this time I'll do it right.
When life knocks me to my knees I won't waste precious time on the ground crying. I won't go through the useless wishing for human kindness and understanding. No! I'll jump up faster every time. I'll brush myself off harder, hold my chin higher and shake my fist at an unfair world. I'll let myself be strong.
But, wait a minute ... does that word "let" seem as silly to you as it does to me?
Looking back at all the good - but sometimes not-so-good - happenings, I don't remember ever having enough power to let hard times strengthen me.
My options - the best I recall - were limited to hanging on tight and hoping for the best.
I chose both.
Looking back at all the good - but sometimes not-so-good - happenings, I don't remember ever having enough power to let hard times strengthen me.
My options - the best I recall - were limited to hanging on tight and hoping for the best.
I chose both.
