Some people have a way of pushing past the bad to make the best of things, in spite of whatever difficulty. My grandparents could always make the best of anything that came their way. I think most people of that generation, who came through the Great Depression, have a unique appreciation for what they have in life and enjoying the simple things. My Gramps was in a wheelchair, and my Grandma, before she passed, had lung cancer, but somehow she still managed to carry on, and enjoy life, in spite of the health challenges. They made time for friends, card games, dinners, and Church. They did what they had to do. I marvel at that now, and I laugh when I find myself complaining about bad weather, or traffic, or a headache, and all the little things that can throw a day off. Does any of that matter? I wonder sometimes if I am lacking the “in spite of gene.” My generation seems to be missing the resilience to push through life’s obstacles.
I wonder if resilience can be developed. Is it nature or nurture? I believe some of it is innate and part of your individual makeup. However, a lot of it is learned. When you surround yourself with people who make the best of situations and play the cards they were dealt to the best of their ability, you learn to do the same. If you surround yourself with whiners and complainers, you will play small and act accordingly. I was fortunate to have good role models who knew what was important and did not sweat the small stuff.
I learned a lot from my grandparents. In spite of it being years since their death, I miss them very much. I hold dear their ways and values, and the only way to make sure they live on, is to press on. I live my life with purpose, and the same good attitude they taught me. I strive to inspire myself and to be an example for those around me on how to live a full life.
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