Tackling Life's Shocks
Photo Credit: Flickr | Abby Lane Tackling Life’s Shocks I was just over eleven years old when my father passed away in 1973 – I had not seen him since 1971 as he was working overseas. Even when we suffered this terrible loss, I was trying to cry – but tears did not come – I thought I was abnormal. But with the passage of time, I realised that whatever shocks life offered, I was always in a position to rationalise and smile – maybe it was something to do with my previous birth – I don’t know. Our family went through a lot of tough situations – we had no money after Dad died, his employers cheated my Mom of the amount due to him – we were literally on the streets, the only good thing then was my Dad had bought a house – so we at least had a roof over our heads. My eldest brother was the window which God opened when he shut the door on our family by taking Dad away. He worked his butt out to ensure my elder brother and I got a good education. Then, much later, in college my moth...