Marilyn Armstrong’s SERENDIPITY piece on martyrs and not-martyrs brought smiles, a few chuckles, and nods of the head. I hope you enjoy it as much as we did.
I don’t know any martyrs. Historically, there are plenty to choose from, but in the context of “real life,” I don’t know any.
I’m not a martyr. Not even close. Whatever sacrifices I have made on behalf of my beliefs, they never came anywhere near martyrdom. Discomfort or disruption to your normal life does not make you a martyr. Taking care of your kids, working at jobs you don’t like, or struggling to survive? None of these make you a martyr.
This is one of those greatly overused words, along with “awesome,” “resonate,” and the ubiquitous “back in the day.”
How many times have I read “I’m a martyr to housework.” Really? What strange belief system do you follow?
You are not a martyr, even if you are depressed and miserable. If merely being miserable were enough for martyrdom … well … who wouldn’t be one? These days, there…
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