Minny, one of the maids wonders -- "And I am not saying the Miss Skeeter meetings are fun. Every time we meet, I complain. I moan. I get mad and throw a hot potato fit. But here's the thing: I like telling my stories. It feels like I'm doing something about it. When I leave, the concrete in my chest has loosened, melted down so I can breathe for a few days."
Telling your story may sometimes be easy and may sometimes be hard. But what a privilege, what a marvelous way to come alive.