The story goes that the kids were on the way to school when my grandmother gave birth 98 years ago. My dad entered this world on Lucky Street in downtown Atlanta. World War I had just ended, and the great depression was only a decade away. By the time his twenties rolled around, he dropped out of Clemson, moved to Atlanta, started a four-decade plus relationship with Georgia Power, and joined the Navy to fight in World War II.
Children learn from their parents and I certainly learned from mine. Just about anywhere I go, I run into someone I know. This was always happening to my dad – even long after he retired – while I was growing up. When I get stopped while out-and-about, I smile. I am my father’s daughter and I learned the lesson from him to stop and listen to those around you. My dad touched so many lives because he talked to people, he got to know them. I like to think a little of that is seen in me.
There are many things in life that take us away from finding and experiencing joy. “Life is hard,” we often hear muttered by our friends and family or read on someone’s social post. And, honestly, it is. Sometimes it is so overwhelming, that even our memories of experiencing joy can be hard to recall. It’s that moment when we feel the sadness of life enveloping and drawing us down into a dark whirlpool that we need to be able to connect with joy.
A senior lecturer of marketing at Kennesaw State University, Tyra is a gamer-girl, gadget geek at heart.