Telling our stories can help us, and others. Unfortunately, we may be tempted to ponder “Why share those experiences? Who would care to listen?”
I’ve had those thoughts. Consequently, after pouring my life experiences on paper, I tear the pages in shreds and pitch them in the trash. Then hours later I may pick up a newspaper or scan an ezine on the Internet and spot a story that moves me, because the same thing happened to me.
Now I’m upset with myself for trashing my work. So I reach over to pull my ripped up story from the waste paper basket, and I’m relieved–it’s readable.
I retype my story, do a few rewrites, and (take a deep breath) submit it to magazine. Oh well, the magazine goes out of business. So it’s returned to me. Well, that’s okay, I’ll save it until I find another taker. A few weeks later I get a phone call requesting that I speak to a group. The speaking engagement stipend is $350. I accept, gladly.
While I have the contact person on the phone I present a sketch of my trashed story, feeling hesitant, yet taking a risk at being rejected. Then I pop the question, “So what do you think?”–and hold my breath.
The individual answers, “Oh my! Yes, definitely use it. The message is powerful.”
This is a true story.
Join me. Let’s tell our stories. It can help us–and others.