The Ability to Persevere Through Battles Brings the Best Victories

I was talking to a mentor of mine last week about my business plans for after the Corona Virus crisis is over. While I was being very hopeful about my future, my coach asked me where was this positivity coming from.

After thinking about that question for a few hours, I came to the conclusion that it came from the year 2007. Well, not the entire year, but, something that happened during that year that crushed me. As a matter of fact, it almost destroyed me.

At that time, I was 43 and “single, never married,” as my dating app bio stated. It was a miserable time in my life — but, I was about to learn what miserable really meant.

SINGLE, NEVER MARRIED

When you’re in your forties and still “single, never married,” you start wondering about yourself — self-doubt becomes your default.

Oh, I tried dating. I asked ladies out. But, they never seemed very interested in me. Most not even accepting an offer for a first date.

To be honest, I was depressed. I just didn’t know it. But, that ongoing depression affected my work, my family, my life.

I gave up on keeping my apartment clean. I stopped looking for a place of my own. I didn’t care about my home, my car, my clothes, my appearance, my health. As a matter of fact, after what happened to me in 2007, my health took a major blow — Type 2 Diabetes. But, this life disaster wasn’t the sole cause for this health disaster.

I was.

A HOPE THAT ENDED IN DISASTER

In 2006, an old High School classmate introduced me to Mel (not her real name, changed to protect the guilty — I mean, innocent”. Mel was coming out of a tough situation in her life.

She had three kids and a husband who wouldn’t work. And, he had beaten her and her kids a few times, too.

Mel and I met a few times, and, I fell in love with her and her kids. (Probably her kids more than her, truth be known)

For about a year, we met at least twice a month. We lived about three hours apart. So, it was difficult. And, enjoyable.

Some weekends, we met in between our hometowns. Some weekends, in her hometown. A few weekends in my hometown.

Then, in May of 2007, I asked her to marry me. She said “yes.” I was so excited and elated. My life could not have been better. Little did I know what would happen just three months later.

I took a job in her hometown area, signed a contract and a lease on an apartment. I was committed, at least for a year.

Then, just four days after I moved in to the apartment and started my job, my life fell completely off the rails.

WHEN “YES” DOESN’T MEAN “YES”

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