Day 11: Something people seem to compliment you a lot on.
I remember, on a few occasions, my son has told me that I'm his hero. He said to me, "mom, you've been through so much shit, yet you stand strong. Nothing has beaten you."
I'm not sure if he knows I cry every time I hear that. I wonder if he knows there have been times when I feel like I've been beaten? Sure as shit, though, that kid is right. I find my way out, I shake off the shit, and I stand back up, strong and proud.
This was one compliment from my son, and it isn't what people compliment me most about, but it leads up to it.
See, I share my struggles with others. I write about them, and I share my writings with other people in the hopes that maybe someone else can identify with me, with my past, with my troubles. Maybe they will see that their own situation can be gotten through because, while my situation may not have been identical, I still went through some pretty hard-core shit, and I came through and ended up being better off. It is my joy in life to do that, to share in the hopes of helping.
This leads up to my most frequently given compliment.
"Christina, you inspire me."
That, my friends, means more to me than anything.
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