Watching movies which involves the death of a parent in it's plot pricks my heart more than it should these days. Maybe because it's imminent and more viable as we grow older? We might have all the time in the world, but theirs limited with us. Don't let it slip past you in vain.
Going to college for the first time at 51 after living most of my life in a cult and only having an 8th grade education hasn't been easy.
But I took my first NYU final exams this week and I'm glad I decided to educate myself.
It's never too late. It's tough, but it's worth it.
I wish there should have been virtual classes while we were studying in school so that we could have recorded all the racist comments made by the teachers.