It had been a long, difficult, surprising, and at times excruciating road that we had taken to get here, but now we were here, and it was genuinely gratifying.
As we talked, we stood on polished marble, on a balcony of a five-star hotel, looking out at the impeccably pristine lawn and garden. To those with wealth, this was just brunch. However, for my family, it was an arrival. My parents and their parents had made tremendous sacrifices to get to a place where they had some sense of financial freedom. For my mom and me, it was arrival of a different sort. We knew better than to feel completely settled. This arrival was more of layover. A moment in time when neither of us was struggling with a wide range of challenges.
For us, the tale of David and Goliath was more than a story of a boy taking on a giant. For us, it was a way of life. We knew that adversity was inescapable. It presented itself all through our lives. We knew that Goliath could and would show up at any moment in any form. Rather than run from adversity, we decided to develop a relationship with it. We thanked Goliath and made him noble because without that adversity, we wouldn’t have known what was inside of us. While others cried, we moved forward. We learned that adversity was noble because it didn’t take from us; it gave. It was the most generous and benevolent teacher we would ever encounter. Without adversity, we would have never learned how strong, creative, and resilient we were. Without adversity, we would never have seen the weakness, corruption, and criminality in humans. Without it, we would have never learned to forgive. As Goliath grew, we grew.
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