I just finished watching The Help.
I read the book a few months back but seeing the story unfold before my eyes rehashed all of the feelings I had when I read the book.
Wow. Emotions and a big old box of Kleenex!
The line that stuck out most to me was when Skeeters mom says
“sometimes courage skips a generation.”
This really hit home for me.
This blog post is about to get real-to start believing in myself I have to tell who I am
and where I came from.
My grandmother had a huge hand in raising me and she was a very courageous woman.
I never remember her having a cold, taking a sick day, not even a Tylenol-ever.
She never once complained.
She raised 4 of her own girls, took in countless number of kids from the neighborhood when they needed it, and took me when I was just 3 weeks old.
She was never bitter.
She was never hateful, always loving.
I don’t have one memory of her ever yelling at me-ever!
She was always there for me, always a constant in my life.
This woman showed me more courage than I ever knew possible.
Now it’s up to me.
It’s up to me to stand up and be the courageous woman she knew I had the potential to be.
If I could live to be half the woman she was I would be grateful.
Every day is a new day to be courageous.
I need to start believing in those nudges I feel, that little voice in the back of my mind telling me I can I am worth it, I need to start acting on that fire I can feel burning inside of my heart.
Today I stop planning & talking, and start doing!
Join me won’t you?