This story has a happy ending, of sorts. I needed to say that up front because if the woman who inspired this post was still alive, it wouldn’t be on your screen right now, and death tends to be depressing. I’m not going to lie either and pretend this is about her life. It’s not.
We find all kinds of occasions to celebrate the hope they bring, from new years to new days.
Most of us fill our lives with the opportunity of change a new beginning promises.
But the problem with these harbingers of better things to come is that they are only as good as the lessons we’ve learned from our old endings.
The new beginning that taught me this happened in my first year of high school. I had spent junior high with the school system telling me I was slow mentally and I was going to use high school to prove them wrong.