Truth Byte #55
“Everyone changes, even you.”
For a long time, I used to wonder whether people could change. I would have late-night debates with my friends from university about whether lasting change is possible, or if people just put on a show to win whatever life goal they are grasping for without ever really changing the fundamental fabric of who they are.
What I learned last weekend is that everyone changes, even me.
And I learned this lesson in the most unexpected place: on the ski hill.
But wait a second, let me back up a few years.
When I was in fifth grade, my eldest cousin took me and a gaggle of other little cousins up to a ski hill. For an immigrant child, skiing was about the most “Canadian” we could get (besides drinking beer and eating back bacon, neither of which were culturally sanctioned for me as a nine-year old Muslim girl), and maybe playing hockey, a sport that was way to expensive for a “working-three-jobs-each-to-make- ends-meet” parental budget.