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40: A Magical Milestone
Updated: Aug. 16, 2019
Originally Published: Sep. 19, 2015
As I approach my 42nd birthday, I can’t help but reflect on how I viewed turning 40 when I was a teenager. While many of my friends regarded middle age with disdain, I saw it as a remarkable destination—an achievement worth celebrating. To me, 40 was the beacon at the end of the tunnel, the shiny gold star in the journey of life. Looking back now, I realize I was onto something back then.
Unlike most teens who yearned for freedom from their parents and the right to make their own choices, my ambitions were shaped by a different kind of longing. My parents didn’t finish high school, which meant my upbringing was woven from the scraps provided by the government. These resources were vital; however, they often felt inadequate. I remember summers filled with stuffing toilet paper in my shoes to make them last another season, and the discomfort of waiting all day at social services, only to leave with the disappointing news that our benefits had been cut.
Grocery shopping on Fridays was our one treat, and if Dad got a little overtime, we might indulge in a 50-cent candy bar. Yet, even that small pleasure was often clouded by the judgmental stares of others when we used food stamps. Growing up in these conditions instilled in me a resilience and determination to avoid a life of dependence on welfare.
By the time I was 14, I decided that 40 would be my magic number. If I worked hard and pursued an education, I could look back on my life with pride when I reached that milestone. With a blend of perseverance and a sprinkle of luck, I achieved my goals. I graduated high school and college with honors, all while maintaining a full-time job. I found a wonderful partner, and together, we have been able to provide for our children, ensuring they have new clothes and shoes that fit.
As I reflect on my life now that I’ve turned 40, I feel an overwhelming sense of pride. I may have started from humble beginnings, but I climbed to a place that I can truly be proud of. My 40s inspire me to continue sharing kindness and support with those in need; I never pass someone struggling without offering a helping hand. Helping others to see their potential can be life-changing. It certainly changed mine. Who knows? Maybe by the time I reach 80, I’ll look back at 40 and think of it as just the beginning.
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Summary: As I approach 42, I reflect on how turning 40 was always a magical milestone for me. Growing up with limited resources shaped my determination to succeed and to help others along the way. Now, I embrace my journey and look forward to what lies ahead.