Ep. 30 - Couldn't Pay me to Be a Teenager Again

Interview with our latest guest Sandra Simchah Huizar

\--Excerpts--/

"He's taught me life happens for you and not to you."

"I would not be who I am today if I did not have to live through those circumstances."

"The heart of what I was doing--I'd do it again, I'd do it again."

"Not listen to the excuses you make for yourself."
"Ease is not your friend"

--The Poem--

Oh, well for him who breaks his dream

With the blow that ends the strife

And, waking, knows the peace that flows

Around the pain of life!

We are dead, my brothers! Our bodies clasp,

As an armor, our souls about;

This hand is the battle-axe I grasp,

And this my hammer stout.

Fear not, my brothers, for we are dead;

No noise can break our rest;

The calm of the grave is about the head,

And the heart heaves not the breast.

And our life we throw to our people back,

To live with, a further store;

We leave it them, that there be no lack

In the land where we live no more.

Oh, well for him who breaks his dream

With the blow that ends the strife

And, waking, knows the paces that flows

Around the noise of life!

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