Saturday, October 23, 2010

Thoughts from Africa

I don't have a biological sister.  Neither does my mom.  However, my mom has her best friend .  Her real name is Karen, but Landon &I have always called her Bunny.  We're not really sure why, but we're the only ones who call her that.  Kind of odd now that I'm typing it out.

At any rate, Bunny has three beautiful children.  JT and Michael are great kids...they're smart, funny and I know they love having Landon around to look up to.  Erin is the middle child.  My mom is her God-Mother...which makes me her God-Sister.  For a long time, we've called each other "sis"...especially in recent years.  Since I've been away for eight years, I haven't gotten to spend near the amount of time i wanted to with her. 

I've always worried about her because I wasn't sure she had an entirely clear view of how the world works and seemed to think that she was entitled to whatever she wants.  She is a beautiful person, inside and out.  She has done ballet all her life and is exquisitely talented. Even though I wasn't always around,  I tried to spend time with her when I could and be a positive influence in her life, because she needed one.

Well, after graduating, she decided that college wasn't in the cards yet.  Instead, she was accepted into Global Citizens Year.  Currently, she's in Senegal, Africa for a year.  She has a blog that she's writing while away.  Below is the latest entry she wrote to the classroom that she student taught just before leaving.  It really inspired me...especially the bolded part.  So proud of her!



I want to let you in on a secret.

Perfection is not possible. Age is not always an accurate measure of potential or inner strength. And sometimes, failure IS the only option in becoming stronger.


For a year, I worked under Mrs. Jackson as your Student Teacher. Although I was seen as a teacher by all of you, to many people, I was still a student. Just because I was always teaching you about rules and structure did not mean that I wasn’t still learning about rules and structure as well. I want you to understand, school does not end after high school, or even college. Life is a school, those around you are the teachers, and you are the student. When you fail an Algebra test or make your parents angry, you have not failed in life. That is not the end. You know why? Because when you fall down, all you have to do is pick yourself up and start over again. But, don’t stop there. Find out what went wrong. Search for a solution. Ask questions. Do not fear labels and judgement, but rather, overcome them.


Since I have been away from home, getting ready for my year in Africa, I have been recovering from my many failures throughout my life. But what I have learned here that I had never discovered before is that all of my mistakes play a role in my future; my destiny.


There are two different roads I could have gone down after overcoming my failures:


1. I could have learned from my mistakes, and carried a chip on my shoulder for reaching my goals and improving myself. I could have scorned ignorance, mocked those behind me in life, laughed in the face of failure, and a result, stepped on those who were already down.


-OR-


2. I could have used my understanding of failure and loss to help others. I could have encouraged curiosity and learning, believed in others’ knowledge, and had faith in those who are searching for faith in themselves.

As I sit here now, in California, awaiting my time to leave for Senegal, I want you all to know that my time with Global Citizen Year has helped my pick the second option, without a doubt. And I also want all of you to know that every single one of you holds a strong place in my heart. You are a huge part of the reason that I am who I am today. I believe that each of you is capable of reaching your dreams. Keep your eyes on the things that matter. Never accept failure as defeat. You each inspire me in a unique way.


Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate, but that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us…
- Marianne Williamson

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