I’m a glutton for Chump Nation’s “Tell Me How You’re Mighty” stories. People often ask if running this site depresses me (people who haven’t been chumps). Exhaust me sometimes? Yes. Depress me? Never. Because the stories here are amazing — chumps are resilient. MIGHTY.
Just from a sheer story-telling perspective — there’s no dramatic arc without drama. And what the heroes here have had to overcome? And how they do it? It knocks me out. Every. Time.
Collecting these stories — putting them here on the interwebz for everyone to read — is the sweetest part of this job. Sure, there is strength in shared pain, or in learning that the mindfuckery playbook is the same across cheater, and there’s definitely power in not feeling alone.
But the Gospel is Tuesday. The good news is that the pain stops. That better days are ahead of you. That you overcome. And it’s not just me saying it — we got testimony. We have achievements. We have graduates.
Over the years, some of the mighty stories that stand out are Rarity’s, pictured to the left — who was abandoned while pregnant, only to get up, raise her kids, and get a master’s degree.
Or the woman who wrote to me from Ghana to say she suffered a D-Day the day she was sitting her bar exam. I wrote back — OMG. Did you pass? And she replied — with a signature that said “Esquire, Agra, Ghana” — that yes she did pass, that day.
Or the single dad who learned to braid hair and does the mom things now with aplomb. Or all the people who write me a few years later with their job announcements, happy kid vacations or engagement photos. LOOK. I DID IT. I DID IT!
I met “LeftHimattheAirport” in Australia — a single mum, who literally made an international escape — got back on her feet in her home country, got a job, and saved enough to take her children to Disney. A long-promised trip. She pulled out her phone to show me — mouse ears. We both wept.
Now, you might be reading this thinking — that’s not me. That will never be me. I’ve got nothing. Unless you count that pit of terror in my stomach. It can be you. It WILL be you.
Tell me how you’re MIGHTY, CN. The smallest steps count. Every step counts.