upon a time, and a very important time it was, I learned something about
myself; that I have a lot of courage. I have a number of medical
problems that make it quite difficult for me to walk. One day I was
able to pick myself back up when I was physically and emotionally down,
literally and figuratively. Here's what happened:
walking across campus and having one of those days when my legs and my
brain fail to connect in the way they're supposed to, so I kept tripping
and stumbling, walking slowly and struggling to make it up the hill.
Each time I would trip or stumble a group of girls behind me would start
laughing hysterically like it was the funniest thing on earth. All I wanted
to do was to run and hide somewhere. And I just couldn't do that. Eventually
I ended up falling, hurting my pride more than anything, since they found
that to be the funniest thing on earth.
is the amazing part. I just stood back up and kept walking. I know
I look funny when I walk but I also know that it doesn't matter what those
girls thought. What mattered was that I got back up and kept going.
For the first time I did not allow the hurtful comments and actions of
others to keep me down or humiliate me, but instead I kept walking up that
hill. When I finally reached the top I was prouder than I could have
imagined. It was like I had climbed a mountain instead of a hill, and in
a way I did, I climbed a mountain of fear inside of myself.