When I was around five years old my parents took me to see the Statue of Liberty. While we were strolling through Battery Park, I remember that I ran ahead of my parents, happily skipping through the trees, looking at birds, following squirrels…I was in my own little world. Then, all of a sudden, it hit me: I’m all alone. I looked around for mom and dad but they were nowhere in sight. At that moment, everything around me disappeared. There were no birds, no squirrels, no people, just empty space. I did the only thing I knew how. I sat down on the ground and played with a blade of grass. I’m absolutely sure of this because there is a photograph of this moment stuck in a crinkly old family album.
Turns out my parents were watching me from behind a tree like some weirdo stalkers.
Thirty years later, whenever I’m faced with a daunting experience, I revert back to that five year old who falls to her knees and plays with a blade of grass. Everything and everyone around me disappears and I’m solely focused on keeping my heart from breaking into a thousand pieces.
Fortunately for me, a have a plethora of weirdo friends and family who stand behind trees and make sure that I survive.
I’m a very lucky girl.
“The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.” – Charles Kuralt