didn't know my
own strength


     While the importunate statesman insists that life is a lengthy journey, and the feral and bungled logician exclaims it is an event; short and invariably ends desolately, the proven wise categorically refutes both modest standpoints.  Whether it is a journey or an event, life’s offers for the taking are innumerable and copious. From arcane knowledge for the inquisitive mind and mesmerizing beauty for the beholden eye, to the saintly virtues for the viceless soul.  Nevertheless, as the journey (Or event) unfolds, life’s human transients are awed when life abruptly serves misfortunate and demands full servitude to imposed verdict.

      In this remarkable tale Didn’t Know My Own Strength (DKMOS), artistically and gloriously depicted are common men and women who championed the cause of their misfortune and became fighting warriors.  These men and women endured invidious and varying ordeals from the stigma and effect of the medical cataclysm named Cancer, indignant existence dictated by domestic violence, to mourning departed beloved, salvaging destructed possessions and reconstructing tattered homes post nature’s frequently destructive outbursts. DKMOS duly glorifies the role of families and united communities – and even unlikely allies, and illuminates for public notice how their untiring support sways victims’ once seemingly hapless quandary to become a long-lapsed but rousing story.  It is the story of ordinary individuals who emerged triumphant after a long and vehemently resented session with helplessness, indignity, and uncertainty.

     DKMOS is an opportunity at play; to witness frozen faces when misfortune strikes, irrepressible tears when helplessness follows, and finally have your long-awaited turn to rise in full admiration of the heartening ending as victims of life’s monstrous side reclaim their right to fight for a misfortune-free life.

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