2 months at the Free Press
In our language, there are words you know and words
you understand. Knowing refers to being familiar with a word's definition
and usage. Understanding is much deeper. When you come to understand
something, it ceases to be an abstraction. It becomes part of you.
During this strike, there are several words I have come to understand:
Courage. Sacrifice. Solidarity. I've always known what these words
mean but never understood. I understand them now because my teachers
understand. My teachers are my fellow strikers, and by teaching
me to understand these words they have given me a gift I will carry
with me the rest of my days. The teaching of these words has not
come easily for them. On many days, strike life turned ugly: people
wavered and doubted, were dejected and depressed. I myself experienced
these downturns with intensity. But these words solidarity,
courage, sacrifice only have meaning if they are accompanied
by such frailty. What will stay with me, long after this strike
is over, is the moral character of my fellow strikers. Sure, the
economic and political issues are consequential, but at the end
of the day it's the people that stay with me. At least that's how
I understand it.
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