Resilience and Strength in Challenging Times
Harriet Tubman Inspires Me
Estimated reading time: 1 minute, 25 secondsThomas Cahill captured a powerful insight in “The Gifts of the Jews” when he said that our understanding of time’s linearity is one of the greatest gifts we’ve received. Each step propels me into an unknown future of endless possibilities. Sometimes, I yearn to journey back to moments spent with my wife or to a different era before our paths intertwined, contemplating how I might write a different script for my life. Yet, deep down, I know that time travel is neither feasible nor genuinely fulfilling. As I shared in “After 42 Months: Dancing to My Rhythm!,” embracing and celebrating our unique journey through time is essential, cherishing each moment as it unfolds.
Unfortunately, time may be linear, but life can be frustrating. Throughout my journey, not only as a widow, I have faced roadblocks that have slowed me down. Some were self-created, while others were simply the challenges of living. Last night, after enjoying beautiful music at the NJPAC Jazz Crawl, I stood in front of the Harriet Tubman Memorial while waiting for the Newark Light Rail.
I took a selfie, but it felt bittersweet because my arms were too short to capture her face. She deserves to be honored on the $20 bill, though that change may take more than four years. Harriet Tubman truly embodies strength and resilience, especially in these challenging times. She found her freedom and courageously returned to help others, facing immense dangers to her life and liberty. Let us all remember her bravery when the road ahead seems dark and dismal, draw inspiration from her courage, and strive to embody her spirit in our lives!
After 42 Months: Dancing to My Rhythm!
As I slipped into slumber, the clock's hour hand danced backward, and two a.m. transformed into one a.m., as if time had decided to trick us. This peculiar shift reminded me how we've grown accustomed to the biannual ritual of changing our clocks, just as we accept the comforting predictability of Monday following Sunday. When I finally awoke, feeling refreshed and revitalized, I stepped outside into the crisp morning air for a two-hour walk that stretched over six miles. The world around me was awakening, too, filled with the soft glow of dawn, and I was eager to meet my friends Ana and Hugo for a much-anticipated breakfast, where we would share laughter and stories to brighten our day.
