The invisible side
A friend —another Basque immigrant mom living abroad— sent me an email today that made me think of this story.
I forgot where it happened and whether it was this or last year, but a lady approached me one day and thanked me for being her inspiration. I looked at her in shock, racking my brains to find her face hidden somewhere in this messy head of mine, failing miserably. She must have seen me starting to panic because she smiled and hurried to tell me that we didn’t actually know each other, but that she often saw me in the mornings running down Five Mile Road. After a while, she decided to take up running herself and wanted to tell me how happy she was.
I was flattered, but mostly surprised. I am far from what you’d call a gracious runner, and I barely make it to 40 minutes. Nevertheless, and unbeknownst to me, I gave someone the encouragement they needed to make a positive change in their lives.
So, even when the things you do don’t seem as perfect as you’d like, you might still be someone’s example to a better life. Remember that.
Thanks for passing by: ↓
- Boise’s Basque Museum and Cultural Center receives service award
- ‘Zuretzako’ wins nomination to best film at the Red Rock International Film Festival of Zion Canyon (Utah)
Yes, remember that! And thank you!!
Yes, remember that! And thank you!!
Henar, deberías de escribir un artículo de lo que hemos estado hablando últimamente, de la vida del inmigrante.
Henar, deberías de escribir un artículo de lo que hemos estado hablando últimamente, de la vida del inmigrante.
Sí, no te creas que lo pienso muchas veces. Solo que si lo hago ahora, con todo lo que nos ha pasado y encima a punto de que lleguen las fiestas, igual termina llorando todo dios. Creo que mejor si espero un poco, jeje.
Sí, no te creas que lo pienso muchas veces. Solo que si lo hago ahora, con todo lo que nos ha pasado y encima a punto de que lleguen las fiestas, igual termina llorando todo dios. Creo que mejor si espero un poco, jeje.