I’ve been thinking about ups and downs across my life. It took me decades to share some of the “down” experiences with the people closest to me. What I’ve learned is, many of us suffered indignities while growing up.
I was sexually assaulted three times before reaching 12 years of age – once by a priest, another time by a football coach and a third time by a person I deeply trusted.
In each case, I stayed quiet. I was numb. I didn’t understand.
Now, at my ripe age, I look back at these dark memories and accept them as part of my story line, woven into the fabric of what makes me me.
I wish I had not experienced these cruel acts, but they did not define me. The beauty of living a full life is the opportunity to rebound, to work through personal pain and tap into the love and kindness that are all around.
Life comes with its share of indignities and goodness.
In my mind, the goodness has won out big time.