VOF Week Two: (To write about me, tougher than it seems.)
So, gals, this is where I come from: the pain of growing up without my parents, as my father died when I was two and my mother migrated to work in the US leaving me with my sweet grandparents, doing a great job that would later prove its value and working harder than any man I know, to be able to by my mother and my father all along my life. I also had the pain of making a huge mistake by marrying a horrible human being who pretended to be a man by having a penis, who raped me to have my second child and left me on my own to raise my first and third boys when I decided he would not beat them anymore; the pain of feeling left alone in a world that showed me its worst face with an inflation of ten thousand percent, no job, no money, nobody to turn to and a whole bunch of shyness in my pocket.
Now that you got an idea of what not to do, let me show you what I did to overcome all this. I studied. The first time I crossed the university hall I was so afraid, that I did not look up. Not even once. But four years later I looked up proudly with my degree on my hands. This made the difference in my life. I had the guts to begin, but I had the endurance to finish the undergraduate school.
Through the good times and the bad, I can only tell you that I have been a rebel. I did not let anyone convince me that I was losing. Not even when a shrink I casually visited told me that: “we should not make comparisons. I cannot compare your results to the ones from my daughter, who has a wonderful marriage, finished a PHD, and has raised two fine kids, because you see girl, you have made so many mistakes in your life….” He took me by surprise with that statement, and made me think about every stage of my life, feeling that I had been called a loser. But after a while I said to myself that I should be proud, because I had to work hard to raise my kids, I suffered with a bad man, I had lots of bitter times, BUT I STOOD UP, got my profession, worked hard, finished various post graduate courses, and have been very happy raising my kids, my reason for living.
So, I am a winner, I am rich in all senses, and know I have gone places his daughter will never get to know, poor her, poor him, poor are the people who are soooo defined by their circumstances. I am not what happens around me. I am me. Always. I don’t need to have the best circumstances to be me. I am who I am no matter what happens around me. And I am proud and happy to be that way.
Sisters, don’t let anyone or anything define you, and be blessed with the joy of living in the wealth that God has prepared for you.