I was leafing through some old files when I found a poem from a lifetime ago. Suddenly waves of painful, memories flooded my brain.
My life was in shambles. My husband’s gambling was out of control. I begged God for help, just as I begged my husband to stop gambling. Both ignored me.
Then one day an envelope arrived with no return address. There was a poem inside- no title, neatly typed, all caps, on crisp white paper. I read it and gasped. The message was clear—I had to face my fear.
But in a different way. Not as a victim, woefully wondering, ‘Why me?’ It was time to ask a different question: “What do I need to do, even if it scares me, to learn what lies on the other side of this fear?”
Slowly things began to change. I went to 12 step meetings, like Alanon and Debtors Anonymous. I found a therapist and got a divorce. I read books, went to class, hired an advisor.
Out of the blue, I was hired to interview women who were smart with money, which turned into my first book. Before I knew it, I had become a financial expert.
It all started with this poem:
I’d love to hear your reaction to this poem. Did it help you find the courage to do what you fear? Leave me a comment below.
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