I don’t know as I’ve ever experienced hard times. When I hear those words together, I have visons of Tom Joad or The Holocaust or a medical challenge, economic bad luck, or family dysfunction. I’ve never known what it’s like to be well off, but I’ve never wanted for anything most people consider important– love, family, food, clothing, shelter.
Maybe the current state of things in America could be considered hard times, if one is of the mind that current leadership is frightening and inept and cold-hearted. I know that I find myself ruminating and regularly concerned with the direction we appear to be heading, and that we may be running on fumes. Of course, then a midterm election like the one just held comes along, and hope springs eternal. For a bit, anyway.
I can’t really say how resilient I am. I imagine it depends on having hope, on one’s support system, and a certain tenacity, stubbornness, and strength.
