You know that thing that people often say to those of us with chronic illnesses??
What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger?
I hate that expression. Why can’t we just accept that this is a terrible set of circumstances that are sent our way? Of course,
When life hands you lemons, make lemonade.
is certainly always an option. But I’d just as soon throw them back.
This article looked like the typical treatment of the same idea that is needlessly repeated ad nauseam. But I liked the ending. The grandmother encourages her to be like the coffee bean. She endures the boiling water and becomes something beautiful and fragrant, adding value to the world. But that’s not the point. The point is that she changed the water into something life-giving. It’s not just that she emerged different, but that the situation was altered because of her. It mattered that she was there. The world, as it were, will never be the same.