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Lemons and Phoenix 5/18/2005 6:16:01 PM
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. I'm sure we have all heard that addage many times, usually dismissing it with a chuckle. But lately I have been giving that a lot of thought. There is wisdom in those words.
I read an article by another author from a different author's website who was talking about the same thing.
He related how his interest in baseball and history led him to become the civil war writer that
he is today. He concluded that all the events in his life, good and bad, have shaped him to be the author he is now.
So then, don't cry when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Well my early life situation during the second world war in Europe defintly was a dish of lemons, no maybe a bushel of lemons; and there was no sugar available
to sweeten it into lemonaide. It took 60 years, but I finally made lemonaide. I wrote the book.
Did I cry when I was writing it? Oh Yes I did. I cried for the little girl who was bereft of her parents, for the little girl who was dying in the hospital. I felt her anguish and fear. I let myself see her for the first
time, and it hurt.
From this desolation the phoenix has risen with new life and healing in it's wings.
Someone once asked me, "When you have had a traumatic past, and you feel that God has finally healed you of it, but you still cry when you tell the story, are really healed of it?" I didn't have the answer for her then but I do now.
I feel like my traumatic past was like a beast trying to crush the life out of me, but I like the phoenix have risen above that beast and have made it to be my servant. That crushing beast has become a charging stallion which I now ride. That stallion is my story. I would not have had a story to tell had these events not happened.
I tell the story to show that there is a way out. Do I cry when I tell it? Sometimes. It shows people that I am human. If I didn't show any emotions in the face of all those events I would be calloused, frozen, like I was for too many years. Then I would still be soul sick.
