I was attempting to ascertain the best day of my life. It is not what people know. No one knows. No one knows how I remember, in exact detail, the courage my mother showed me one day, at age 15. How greatness can be found in others courage. How people are often unaware of their impact.
At age 15, my life was a wreck. I didn’t have the courage to admit it. I didn’t know then, but I desperately needed to admit it.
It happened. On a cold winter night. After volleyball practice. In our teal Oldsomible van. At the stoplight by Rte 5 and Ironbound Rd.
My mom asked me a question that changed my life.
She asked if I had problems with eating and drinking.
She was scared. I know. But she dug deep. To do what was right. No matter how hard. How scary. Because she loved me.
It’s ironic how your worst day can become your best and how someone else’s courage can lead to your own.