When I was a young twenty something, I was going through some pretty tough times. And it’s funny about tough times. We sometimes compare our times with those of others and say, “Well, they didn’t have it so bad” – or, “Wow, they had it much worse than I did.” But it’s all relative – the stage we are at, the level of understanding we possess, and the way we feel as we’re going through “it” on our own.
Here’s what I’ve learned so far. Through every tough time I’ve endured, as bad as it was, it has left me with evidence of how I was strong enough to make it through… and it made me stronger. And sometimes it hurt so bad that I would swear out loud that I never wanted to be responsible for making someone else feel that kind of pain. And it taught me. The pain taught me. And so did Maya Angelou.
On one day in particular the pain was so hollowing I thought I might be changed for the worse forever. And then my aunt (whom I love and adore) showed up at my door with a bag of groceries and a Maya Angelou book. I read it from cover to cover and over again.
Thank you Aunt Maria… thank you Maya Angelou – and thank you Natalie Patterson and Soul Pancake for the beautiful tribute.