I love reading about people who lived before me and learning how they faced their demons and overcame tough stuff. Rosa Parks, Eli Wiesel, Corrie Ten Boom, Maya Angelou. The list is endless. And I like listening to those in my community, the old and the young, hearing their stories of what they lived, the experiences that shaped them, made them who they are today. Their stories fascinate me.
Everyone has a life story. Everyone's life is worth something.
When I was in grade six, my teacher turned me onto the love of history. I was quiet, never talked, and she helped me put voice to words through writing. She told me about Thomas Edison. She talked as if he was her best friend, like she really knew him. Then she asked me to write about him. I remember finding tiny little light bulbs and putting them all over my paper and I saw him, really saw him as a person, a human being wanting to discover something. He became real to me too.
Since then, I've loved history and the people that fill the spaces. To me, everyone matters. Every life is a gift. Some people do extraordinary things like Edison, others overcame hatred, bigotry, bullying and abuse. Others simply show kindness to help those less fortunate hold onto hope. The focus of each life is incredible.
The thing that changed my life was when someone said, I mattered. What I wanted mattered. Who I was mattered. What I thought mattered. It took a long time for me to get that but now that I have, everyone I look at, everyone I listen to, I see the same about them.
Happy Thursday, Guys.