From the other side of the street

A view from across the street is always interesting. It's either we see all rosy, bloomed up or, just the lifeless, grey even thorn bush. It's really by coming closer to the bush that we get the actual account of what's happening exactly. This statement stems from a conversation I had yesterday with a senior in our department. She recently received a Women of the Year award from Unisa. Wow! I thought, how does she do it? She must be very clever, she must have had a silver spoon in her mouth? Hmm, little did I know that she started off just like you and I, ok, Me and I, lol. Very very strange how she started off, wow. She dropped out of varsity while pursuing a Medical degree. (Remind you of anyone;-)) She became a PA in one of the departments, studied hard and found herself obtaining a PhD. She was still willing to continue as an administrator in that department, had the principal not moved her to ours. She was uprooted due to "Logistical and structural imbalances", her qualification allowed her to be moved to Senior lecturer position. She explains how she had to fight on occasion to receive grants to attend seminars etc, just because her job description was not in line with her qualifications. Her story resonated so well with me. I saw my story unfolding in this manner, to such an extent that I knew right there and then that what I was going through, the "woe's me" moment I was having, was just temporary and nothing and no one was stopping my qualification acquisition phase. I choose happiness, I choose to win, I choose to stand on the right side of the street. Where all odds are in my Favour.