I recently spent the weekend with some of the women of my extended family. Sitting around a table with them, I reflected on how strong they all were and how much they had endured as mothers, wives, daughters in their lives. Through all of it–divorces, deaths, estrangements, even exile–they had somehow found the strength to keep going, keep surviving.
At one point my Aunt turned to me and asked, When did you discover your strength?
We all have that moment in life when something happens to us and we think we won’t possibly be able to go on, to continue to survive it. And then, somehow we do, and we realize that we are strong, that we are survivors, that we can get past that which life brings our way.
So, dear readers, when did you discover your strength?