One of the touchstones of the black American experience has always (to my mind) has been one of the ability to make something from nothing. To rise like a phoenix from the ashes of disaster and produce triumph and victory. If you wonder where my confidence comes from, its origins are the shoals of loss, which blossoms into a guiding light for myself and others. It comes from the strength of those who have risen. Who possessed more than people believed them to possess.
I have suffered, yes. But nothing like what those who've gone before me. I strive for humility, knowing that life is full of twists and turns. I thrive in life because I have touched the greatness that life offers. I want to touch it again.