I don’t even remember how old I was when my father gave me a copy of Desiderata by Max Ehrmann. It has always been there. The most precious gift. He tells me I was 10. It is what I have always wanted to live by…even though it is so hard sometimes. I have a habit of doing what I think is right by others, rather than what is good for me.
It is a testament to head over heels I was for him – I gave Jake this poem on our first Christmas. I painted a picture of an old fig tree that grew on his parents’ land (in the Belizian rainforest) and overlay the words that meant so much to me, as I knew they would to him.
20 years after my fathers gift to me, and 5 1/2 years after my gift to Jake, I am for the first time, really, truly…
…striving to be happy.
- posted by Ria Mishaal