I was brought up to believe that I could do anything.  Somewhere, many years ago, I knew that.  Mom said it, so it was true.  “Any class, any school, any job, any person, any situation, will have a problem some day.  When that happens, you need to figure out what it is, and get through it.”  I learned, not to just get through it, but to make it better.  I could listen, I had ideas.  Sometimes they worked.  Miss Fixit, they called me .  To me, knowing I could do anything was part of who I was.  If at first… you know… you had to keep trying.  So I did.  Challenges were expected, fun to overcome.  Some thought I was a little too sunny for my own good.  I remember being in the girls bathroom in grade school, in one of the stalls, and some girls were at the sinks, talking about ME.  “All she ever does is figure out what’s good about everything,” they said.  “If the world was coming to an end”, they said, “she’d say, ‘well at least it’s a good day for it.'”

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