This is a new series I’m starting where I share one story about every year of my life starting at age 9. It will be something memorable that has an impact of some sort on my life. Hopefully you’ll get something out of it.
When I was 9, there was a power outage. First one I could remember. Besides doing what mom and dad said at the time as its what makes sense, I remember I ran into my room & opened the drawer. I was looking for my wallet. Being a 9 year old, I didn’t have nothing valuable in my wallet, except cash.
I grabbed the $200 I saved up and ran out to find my mom to hand it to her. At that age, instinctively I knew something beyond the ordinary was happening and I had a role to play. The role was small being a young child. It was a matter of assisting those in authority, even if it was just emotional support.
And that $200 was likely just emotional support, my parents were likely already prepared. It was a matter of saying “I got your back” through action. Because it it is important to act as a cohesive unit. As Abe Lincoln said, a house divided cannot stand.