The Triumph of Tenacity
& Our Next Eco Adventure
When I was a kid, my personality could have been adequately summarized with three “S” adjectives: Shy, sensitive and stubborn. It’s the latter trait to which I owe much of my subsequent success.
A youthful example of my iron will in action: Me and my five cast-mates from our high school’s One-Act Play were having a cast party at our drama teacher’s lake house. Out on the dock in the middle of the lake, shenanigans ensued, with various people pushing and throwing various other people into the water.
I decided I’d have no part of the tomfoolery, but their attention inevitably turned to me. So I wrapped one forearm around the base of the slide ladder, gripped it tightly with my other hand, and held on for dear life.
Three teenage boys and two girls tugged and pulled and yanked my legs this way and that with all of their might. But I didn’t budge, even as a huge strawberry-colored bruise was rubbed into my arm. Eventually they gave up. I quickly scrambled to my feet, grinned at them broadly and did a flip into the water.
Even at 16, with all of my myriad insecurities and fears, nobody could make me do anything I didn’t want to do. And, perhaps more importantly, I didn’t give up even when there were obstacles on the road to something I really wanted.