"...Tell me, how could a young girl climb out of a hole dug for her, centuries ago? In a family that sees females as a condemnation. There appears no eradicating of the cycle that repeated itself for centuries in the family. And as she grew; then married and gave birth. Did Margaret then, realize that every family has its tainted legacies. But by then, it had been too late. Her innocence was gone."I hope you can forgive the family’s past. I hope you can forgive me. And by you knowing this, I now pass the torch for you to rectify the wrongs of men.
“When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.” ---Ralph Waldo Emerson There are many ways to shed light on seemingly impossible situations or what we would consider obstacles to our daily living. It is not always in our daily intake and output that is the measurement of a human being. It is the grind. Some people struggle with miniscule grinds; while others have bus loads to grind through. Some don’t make it. Few do. Making it, is not, not dying. It’s progressing through even when there appears no light at the end of the tunnel. That there may not even be a twinkle of a star in the nights ahead. And the human that faces that, knowing full well that they can’t change the ending to their earthly story. Yet, they consciously go through the process, has made it. They’ve lived. No matter their age, I believe that, to be one of Life’s truths. As this year has progressed, the pandemic actually blessed us. Yep. Many would not agree with that. But then, they weren’t us. They weren’t our