“I’ve never called 9-1-1. The kind of people that call 911 seem like needy parasite types”.
And I wondered: Wouldn’t it be nice to live such a posh life that all my needs were met, that my health care was never in danger, that I was always physically safe?
It takes a lot of grit to call 9-1-1. It is frightening. There were many times I took a beating to avoid calling.
So what kind of people call 911? This kind of person. Me.
I called 911. . .
*When my ex husband tried to strangle me.
*When my landlord shot my cat.
*Last year when in the wee hours of the morning I heard men chanting “White Power” from a nearby rooftop.
*And lastly, when I went to wake up my baby girl and realized that she was dead.
All of these experiences have shaped who I am and helped me to relate to people in unexpected ways. It has also put me in a position where some people can't relate to me. But, even with all I've been through, I still carry so much privilege.
I may be impulsive, flighty, and I still struggle when I have to hold still for long periods of time (you know like 10 minutes). For years I shamed myself for these traits. Not anymore. No shame.
Because dammit, I have a lot to offer and I’ve got GRIT.
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