BRAVO!!

To Grasshopper:

You found yourself in a battle you didn’t want. Didn’t ask for. And tried to avoid.  But it came to you anyway.

You’re concerned about what people will think of you and the situation you find yourself in.  There are those around you who call themselves “friend”, but who waited for a call, some word, some sign that you had broken down, or had been beaten down.  Unable to care for yourself or your children.  Hospitalized. Sedated. Unable to function.  Some would even have been satisfied at that outcome.

But they don’t know the half of it.  Do they?

They don’t know there were times when you were knocked to the ground. 

Hell, there were times when your sword and shield were just too heavy to hold.  Times you dropped them and laid down.  Took the blows.  Told yourself “God, I can’t do this. I can’t handle it. It’s too hard.” 

But, somewhere there was a well of strength you drew from.  A well you had no idea was there.  And every time you got knocked down, got knocked back, or felt like giving up that well would feed you.  You’d get up, pick up your weapons, and keep fighting. 

Again. And again.

Now you stand on the other side of the bullshit.  The victory yours. 

Battle scarred. Armor dented. Shield cracked, and sword in hand.  Your feet planted on the path, while you stand guard over your Mini-Me’s.

You look toward the future. 

You don’t know what challenges lay ahead.  What battles you have yet to fight.  But with your shield held high, a firm grip on your sword, and the Holy Word in your pocket you can say emphatically, “I got this!”

And as for what people think? We the people

APPLAUD YOU!!