This week I just don’t really feel like I have much to say so I have decided to repost something I wrote for a friend’s blog a while back. Unlike my blog, my friend’s blog has a point. Over the summer its point was to tell inspirational stories of women who have overcome adversity. My friend asked me for a submission so here’s my story as originally posted in “low hanging fruit”.
In Your Face, Lucy!
I guess my story is interesting in that it even surprises me. Whenever someone points out how far I’ve come and what I’ve accomplished, my response is something like, “I know! Holy crap, right?!?” I’ve fumbled through life in Charlie Brown-like fashion. If there was a mistake I could make, I probably made it. If something could go wrong, it probably did. The main difference between Charlie Brown and me though is that when life pulls the football out of my path, I don’t feel sorry for myself. I get mad. When I’m mad, I dig in my heels, I evaluate my options, and then I figure out a way to not only kick the ball, but kick it out of the park or through the goal or whatever the proper terminology is. I guess it has worked in my favor that a lot of things make me mad. Injustice makes me mad. Lack of opportunity makes me mad. The fact that some people just never seem to catch a break makes me mad. So what did I do with all this stubborn anger? I did the most logical thing I could think of; I went to law school.
Going to law school in itself isn’t all that remarkable. Plenty of people do. What makes my story different is that I was the first person in my family to graduate high school. Granted, it was a really crappy high school, but nonetheless, I graduated. Not only that, I graduated 7 months pregnant by my after school fast food job supervisor, who was 21 years my senior, and who made sure I knew he didn’t love me, but married me because it was the right thing to do. That’s every mother’s dream for their little girl, right?
Needless to say, the ex-husband was less than supportive, but I managed to make even that work to my advantage. I didn’t like being home, so I poured every ounce of my time and energy into making sure my daughter had every opportunity I had stupidly denied myself. I worked 2, sometimes 3, jobs. I went to school in the evenings. I enrolled my daughter in one of the best schools in the state and I volunteered. I coached her creative problem solving team, worked part-time in her cafeteria, hosted her school talent show and so on. I nurtured her talents and ambitions and, while I won’t say it’s right for every child, I kept her busy with activities that she enjoyed and that boosted her self-esteem and self-confidence. My daughter is by far my greatest accomplishment. She is about to start her freshman year of college and everyone who knows her thinks she is pretty much the greatest kid who ever lived.
Though I’m not here to talk about her, my daughter really is the guiding force who helped me to get where I am. Though I often joke that where I am is unemployed with a Bachelor of Business Administration and a Juris Doctorate (Have Degrees, Will Travel). More than anything though, I think I’ve gotten where I am because I’m not willing to give up, or to accept things that are wrong just because that’s the way things are, or have always been. I went to law school because I disagree with kids being bullied until they commit suicide, because it’s not right that we haven’t achieved equality in the USA in the year 2011, because kids age out of foster care with no real options, because sometimes good people make stupid mistakes, and because sometimes all people really need is someone who believes in their cause and is willing to take up the fight. Is that idealistic? Sure. What’s wrong with idealism? Doesn’t it beat the alternative?
There’s plenty more I could write. I didn’t even touch on the 60 mile walk I’m training for because I’m mad about breast cancer or how I’m fumbling though getting my kid off to college while trying to figure out how on earth I’m going to pay for it. I think I’ve made my point though. When life yanks the football from under your feet, you can’t just lie there and feel sorry for yourself. Explore your options, take action, and imagine how good it will feel next time, when the ball is sailing through the air, to look life in the eye and say, “In your face!”