If there is anything my momma and daddy would tell you about me, it’s that I have always been a fighter. I hate to lose. I hate to fail. And I don’t like to be pushed around. And heaven help you if I see you push someone else around who can’t defend themselves.
It’s a running joke in our home about the time in high school a boy 3 times my size made a comment that I couldn’t beat him at something because I was just a girl. I can still see my daddy cringe at his words…and that boy licking his wounds a few minutes later. Daddy sympathetically patted his arm. “Don’t tell her she can’t.”
Ah…wise words from a man who knows how deep my fighting side runs.
Life has kicked me down a time or two…or twelve. Many times I didn’t know how I was going to make it. There was no light at the end of the tunnel that I could see.
But I only know one way foward…
Sometimes you just need to throw a few punches to clear your head. Sometimes fighting is doing the right thing when it’s scary. Sometimes it’s choosing to stick it out when it just plain sucks. Sometimes it’s walking away and fighting to get your life back. Sometimes it’s just getting up in the morning and making it through another day.
It’s tempting to quit. It’s always tempting to quit when things get hard. But I’ll still be here fighting…cuz that’s the only way I know.