"Faith is a mystery; it is a Journey without a map. It unfolds like a rose, sometimes tightly budded, sometimes in full bloom. When you think it has withered, it sprouts somewhere else. When you think you've got it figured out, you discover a deeper layer or a path you never knew existed. I once was lost but now I'm found. Amazing grace."
- Sue Ersfield, editor, writer
See, I've done a lot of public speaking over the years including Corporate presentations. I am usually a very confident speaker when I know the ins and outs of the topic. Investment, property, marketing...... Yeah, I was very good. And I never ever rehearsed. No prepared speeches. I just work out what the audience wants to hear and then tell them what I know. It usually worked very well. I was good at it. I received very good feedback. In fact I was a bit of a 'gun' speaker.
Nothing has changed as far as my ability to speak. I am still confident. I still believe in myself. But you know what dot? I'm having trouble getting through without a few tears. I'm getting better. And the feedback is very humbling. In fact it's quite amazing. When I stumble, I stop. Roll my eyes upward for help. Take a deep breath and look out at the audience. That is when I contain myself because I see members of the audience sharing a tear with me. So then, off I go again. I'm getting bettererer. When I first started I did more cryin' than talkin'. I guess y'all know why. Yep. Right. The subject matter has changed. The topic is no longer how to save money though negative gearing. It's about my addicted friend who overdosed. Or a friend who is trying to beat an addiction. It might be about other people's tragedies, and how they were able to beat the odds. But they are opportunities. For me. Opportunities to share MY feelings about the misery of life. About the triumph of the human spirit. About LIFE, not sad tales. No. I tell MY stories. The REAL STORIES. The stories I CAN TELL because, see, I AM ONE OF THE CHARACTERS in the stories. So the emotions are through the roof when I tell people the stories I know. It doesn't matter if there are several hundred or just one. I still have trouble holding back the tears. I did it again yesterday......
Anyway I know as I head toward my Destin-ee that I will be delivering these types of presentations to MUCH bigger audiences. And I am BLESSED, as I have said sooooo many times before. I am blessed to be homeless. I am blessed to have BECOME one of the less fortunate in society. I am blessed to KNOW the people in my new world. I am blessed to be GIVEN soooo many stories, the BAD...........FOLLOWED BY THE GOOD.
THAT is why I am BLESSED.
I AM BLESSED TO HAVE THE STORIES
I AM BLESSED TO BE A PART OF THE STORIES
I AM BLESSED TO JUST ...... weeeell, to just ..... BE. So are you.
I hope one day you can come and watch me cry.................