[TBT] My heroes
are she-roes.
I was up last night worrying about giving the wrong impression of my philosophy of life. I thought, ‘do I really believe there is no such thing as a happy ending?’ Well yes, but no. I think happiness is relative. As I pointed out, if taken from a wide lens, the happiness of an individual often means misery for others. Perhaps this can be likened to how it takes darkness to define light.
But. I must take a few minutes to define how she-roes have changed my life through their selflessness and concern. I can’t say I have had many heroes in my life, that’s true, but she-roes? There have been too many to count.
There is no quid pro quo when it comes to a mother’s love. Or with so many women friends who have come to my rescue over the years. The countless times I have received the generous contributions of life-giving, hope-giving, gifts of time, money, food, stuff for my kids, stuff for me, just when I needed it. The women in my life have saved me in so many ways. My she-roes arrive just in time, even anticipating one’s deepest turmoil—sometimes as if by magic.
Tomorrow I will move on to spinning bright and exciting stories from our little village, but for today it’s a toast and a tribute to my she-roes, without whom I would be alone in the darkness, with nothing to define that light which determines a future worth inhabiting.