I think we all need to be humbled in life.
I’m spoiled, I know it. My parents are hard working. You never had to drag my father out of a bar and I don’t think I’ve heard him raise his voice once (I definitely didn’t inherit that trait) my whole life. He is the only man I know that can instill fear with a look. As for my mother, she has the most giving heart, even to her own detriment at times. She could make any occasion the event of a lifetime even if she only had $5.00 to her name. I suffered no horrors from my childhood. I didn’t have to struggle and I never went to bed hungry. I never had to work a field or go without. So on occasion being humbled is good for me. I think it helps me remember not only where I came from but where I’m going. It helps me to remember that no matter what my personal difficulties may be, the struggles that my ancestors had to get through is the reason I exist today. If we trace our roots back far enough, most of us will find a family member or two that immigrated to this country. It doesn’t even matter which country they came from, it only matters that they came, they struggled and they persevered.
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