Teach me how I can be like you.

How can I endure trials with the same grace that you did?

Teach me.  While you are not here and I have never even met you, my connection to you is so strong.  You sang these same Armenian folk songs that I sing now.  You sang them with such joy, they tell me.  You loved to dance, they tell me.  Ah, how I wish I could dance with you now…  I wish you could see my daughters, meet them, laugh with them, sing with them, dance with them too…

There are so few people like you.  People go through little trials and they become bitter or resentful, they turn inward.  They focus on themselves.  They draw attention to themselves.  They bicker and complain.  Oh, but I don’t want to be like that.  I want to be like you.

You suffered greatly but you didn’t lose hope.  You endured such horrors but you continued to reach out to others, help them, encourage them.  You believed. You sang.

You inspire me so.

Teach me how to be like you.

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