Humanist

Yes, for me, at this moment in time, among the words that comes to mind that describe me is resilient and all is variations – resilience, etc.

I get the sense that at an early age, my early childhood experiences, made me resilient, without me even knowing they were doing so.

In retrospect, I cannot but appreciate how my late papa’s protection enabled my resilience. He protected me, while making sure I got tough for the eventuality of his absence here on earth, me thinks.

I re-hear his voice telling me something that did not make sense then, but now makes a lot of sense; and is the wisdom that I rely on to disarm thine enemy.

Papa enabled my self-reliance, without me even noticing he was doing so.

Yes, the manner in which I battle now, has me surprising myself. Increasingly appreciating, how those who thought they would forever enslave me with fear got it wrong.

“I am no longer a slave to fear for I am a child of God…” has become among my favorite inspirational Christian songs. For I truly believe so.

How else can I explain how these past four years I have been able to withstand such immense provocation and brutality?

I am amazed at how I recovered and re-set my strategy and gravitated towards the tougher wisdom not to be reactionary to the provocations.

It is working folks, bit by bit I am chipping away at it and I will victorious!