I have been through the depths of poverty and sickness. When
people ask me what has kept me going through the troubles that come to all of
us, I always reply, "I stood yesterday. I can stand today. And
I will not permit myself to think about what might happen tomorrow."
I have known want and struggle and anxiety and
despair. I have always had to work beyond the limit of my strength.
As I look back upon my life, I see it as a battlefield strewn with the wrecks
of dead dreams and broken hopes and shattered illusions--a battle in which I
always fought with the odds tremendously against me, and which has left me
scarred and bruised and maimed and old before my time.
Yet I have no pity for myself; no tears to shed
over the past and gone shadows; no envy for the women who have been spared all
I have gone through. For I have lived. They only existed. I
have drunk the cup of life down to its very dregs. They have only sipped
the bubbles on top of it. I know things they will never know. I see
things to which they are blind. It is only the women whose eyes have been
washed clear with tears who get the broad vision that makes them little sisters
to all the world.
I have learned in the great University of Hard
Knocks a philosophy that no woman who has had an easy life ever
acquires.
I have learned to live each day as it comes and not to borrow trouble by
dreading the morrow. It is the dark menace of the picture that makes
cowards of us. I put that dread from me because experience has taught me
that when the time comes that I so fear, the strength and wisdom to meet it
will be given me. Little annoyances no longer have the power to affect
me. After you have seen your whole edifice of happiness topple and crash
in ruins about you, it never matters to you again that a servant forgets to put
doilies under the finger bowls, or the cook spills the soup.
I have learned not to expect too much of people,
and so I can still get happiness out of the friend who isn't quite true to me
or the acquaintance who gossips. Above all, I have acquired a sense of
humor, because there were so many things over which I had either to cry or
laugh. And when a woman can joke over her troubles instead of having
hysterics, nothing can ever hurt her much again. I do not regret the
hardships I have known, because through them I have touched life at every point
I have lived. And it was worth the price I had to pay.
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