I’ve been discovering a lot about family lately.
In doing so, some questions came up, but so did a lot of good stories I just didn’t know.
At a time where I am still trying to understand my place in this country, it is nice to have these stories: ones where my family grabbed life by the reigns and decided they would do their best to master their fate.
Still, they are also complex stories: they came back from the war and still struggled to understand what their lives here meant. They still worked themselves to the bone to ensure upward mobility in a system that, despite their veteran status, consistently tried to deny them of it. The resilience that helped them survive the war and the military had to be channeled into navigating a system that, while they had fought for it, was also in some ways not built for them.
If America is built on the foundation of stories like my family’s, then I am only more inspired to keep pushing this country towards true greatness. We have been warriors, problem-solvers, and risk-takers that fought demons externally for generations.
Now, it’s time to keep wrestling with our internal demons too.