I did it.
Despite the cold, depressing, hopeless feelings that hung over me while I read Angela’s Ashes, I forged ahead and finished the book. And I’m glad I did because at the very core it’s a story about a young man who dreamed of a better life.
And who can’t relate to that?
To be honest, I can’t fathom the amount of strength, determination and perserverance it must’ve taken for Frank McCourt to rise above the extreme poverty, starvation, abandonment, illness, humiliation and loss he faced as a child. But he did. He went from dressing in rags, living in squalor and daydreaming about the luxury of having a hard-boiled egg to eat to building a life and career in America and winning the Pulitzer Prize for Autobiography.
His life serves as proof that no matter who you are or how little you have, there is greatness within all of us, just waiting to be discovered.
Anyone else feeling particularly inspired by a recent read?
