but discovered in your inner world.”
The best and worst thing about having a disability is that as a child you are forced to redefine success. It is the worst because you learn in many painful ways that you are not like the others. When teams are picked for softball, you rely on you friends to pick you and hope that you are not last. Success to me was not being the last person left. And then success became getting to first base because everyone knew I was incapable of a home run. It was the best in that I learned to keep my positive outlook and come up with my own ways of being a success. I also was fortunate to grow up in a neighborhood with supportive families who helped me to see that I was lovable just the way I was, giving me my healthy sense of self esteem.
The pain is the pits, but it is through pain that we grow. I remember my Dad telling me in , his 70’s that he realized that his success as an internationally known electrical engineer meant nothing compared to the lives he helped save as a consultant to the Department of Labor working on electrical standards. He also confided that he missed out on a lot because he put his career ahead of his children. To him, as to many men in his generation, success as a father was defined as making money, not spending time with his children. I thought it sad that he did not learn this until after he retired.
I also remember being grateful for being born in the baby boom generation who never had to experience the depression, which I felt helped create a generation of parents seeking financial stability. It seemed to me that with each generation more and more people were changing their definitions of success to inner peace, living in harmony with nature, and love.
Follow this link to a wonderful video based the poem What is Real Success by Tim Connor, posted by Wild Divine last Monday: