This day has a lot of history. A lot of bad stuff seems to happen on this day…and there are some good things. But as with any other day, it’s just a day to most.
History of April 19:
1775 – American Revolution begins with the shot that was heard around the world.
1934 – Shirley Temple in her first movie
1943 – Warsaw Ghetto Uprising against German rule
1971 – Soviet Union launches first manned space station
1977 – I was born
1987 – First Simpson’s TV show
1993 – Waco, Texas Camp Davidian Compound siege
1995 – Truck bomb in Oklahoma City
2011 – Fidel Castro resigns in Cuba
The good, the bad, and the ugly. Bleh. As with anything in life, there is always bad…it’s life. It’s not because we do things that we need to be punished for, that we are not loved, or that the world is out to get us. Bad things happen because they just do. Sometimes the bad brings good, we just have to remember that it will be better…eventually. With the bad, there is is good. We graduate from school, we get married, we have a family, we make a carrier, and we live life to the best of our ability.
Some make their life good by living it as it is, and others make their life not so good by being pessimistic and only seeing the bad (or negative) in life. It’s easy to be negative, especially working in the public and watching people abuse the system. But we must embrace the good. See the positive, be a cup half full type of person. Do I have my moments of failure and get in the doldrums? Yes, who doesn’t.
Today for instance…I have been not looking forward to it. I’ve had my bouts of doldrums. Forty years ago today I was born. My dad and my aunt Diana went out for pizza and left my mom to welcome me into the world alone. They left at the insistence of the doctor that it would be “hours” before I was born, but I decided to show them that I would do things my own way and come when I wanted. Unfortunately, yet fortunately, I’ve continued to do that.
When being potty trained I thought I knew best then too. I went so far as to pee in the floor while stubbornly staring at my mom. Needless to say, she and I had a “come to Jesus” meeting and I was from there on out trained to use the restroom when and were it is required.
I have been stubborn, independent, and walked to my own drum throughout my life. This caused me to have several “come to Jesus” meetings with my mom throughout the years, and only one with my dad. The situation with my dad he said “either apologize to your brother, or get a whipping”…I of course looked him in the eye and said “whip me”. Whatever my brother did (or didn’t do) I did not feel that he was worth the apology. LOL.
To some I may be considered to have nothing. I am forty years old, not married, I do not have children. In the area that I live, where most are married by 17 and have three or more kids by 25…I’ve not succeeded. Instead I have two cats. We live peacefully in my house.
Though I have dreaded this day, and the big “FORTY” since ringing in the New Year. I woke up this morning after having a crazy work weekend, feeling blessed. I have a job that I love, I have had the opportunity to travel to seven countries and extensively through the United States, I have my health (for the most part) and am still able to be mobile, and I have a family that loves and supports me. They have supported me through my stubborn phase….who am I kidding, I still have moments of stubbornness; and through every decision and life change I have made. From changing from a full paid ride at St. Louis Christian College to attending Gateway, to being fired from my job, and then deciding at the age of 32 to go back to school and becoming a nurse.
So though to some this is just a day, to me it is a day to be celebrated. Celebrated for all the good, the bad, and the ugly that has transpired throughout history. Not only that that has happened on this day, but what has happened due to what occurred on April 19 throughout history, from the dawning of time. Will I still have moments of “bleh” because I am old, fat, and more often than naught tired. You bet!! I’m human. But I will also celebrate life and where my stubborn self has traveled throughout it.
Life is good. I will remember that as I face the bad, or remember the negative that life had dealt me…in the end it’s good.