Reflections

by Wayne Gates   Aug 31, 2017



I used to be bitter about growing up without a father.
Now I realize that I learned from that to strive to be there for my son.
I used to be envious of those friends who had chips, soda, and candy in their homes.
Now I reflect with fondness on all the home made cookies and pies I grew up eating and learned how to make as well.
I used to be jealous of those who always got what they wanted.
Now I am grateful for learning how to earn for myself, what I need.
What I once saw as hardships I now look upon as blessings.
Adversity is the best teacher.
The bumpy road leads to the best places.

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  • 1 month ago

    by mossgirl19

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