Thursday, August 8, 2013
Lately, as part of my job, I've been talking to people who have had pressed upon them extraordinarily difficult circumstances. Nothing about what they are facing is their fault. Much about the way they are living epitomizes grace—despite it all. Harrowing lives heroically lived. I stumble, I keep up, I listen, I write it down. I hang up, dazed and determined.
My son is living on an ad-man's starting salary in one of the world's most expensive cities, and he has all he wants. Those with whom I speak face the steepest hurdles, and yet there is light in them, plenty.
We go out, every day, in search of the big stuff. And yet, as my brother-in-law likes to say, we've already won.