The Pyrenees---Southern France

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Monday, June 25, 2018

The Power of Words

       I recently wrote an essay that focuses on the real-life experiences of a friend. It's a tragic story. I didn't have any plans of writing it, but something happened that made the storytelling unavoidable.

       I had my writing critique group give me feedback on it, along with the teachers I'm working with this summer. (It's a graduate class on how to become more confident as a writer so they can teach writing with more self-confidence.)

      A couple of writers asked, "What did your friend say about the piece?" and I let them know I hadn't shared it with her yet. 

      I admit it. I was nervous. I wasn't worried she'd be angry--she's been very public about her family tragedy. She's been on the radio and she and her husband have been interviewed--all in the hopes that greater awareness results in preventing more deaths.



      No, I was nervous about the emotional reaction. She's cried so much. I didn't want to make her cry even more.

      Yesterday my husband and I met her for coffee. I let her read the story, and she was fierce. If I was dealing with the same loss, I don't think I would be as brave and strong as she is. In fact, I know I wouldn't.

      My friend suggested a couple of additions--wonderful suggestions--so I'm going to revise the essay and then submit it.

      She and I have the same goal: we want the story to get out to a wider audience, so hopefully women will understand they're not alone.

     We all need a little help now and then. Why is it so hard to ask? 

15 comments:

  1. I applaud you both. You, for tackling a tough subject, and her, for her resilience.

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  2. Val--I just told the story. In fact, I was compelled to tell the story. It's my friend who deserves the admiration (and the comfort).

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  3. I don't know if it's hard for everyone but yes, it's certainly hard for many of us to ask for help or accept help when it comes along. After Mister Man up and died on me, I had a moment where I thought, "I will say yes. No matter what, I'll say yes," because it's so much easier to isolate. My friends and family needed to help me and of course, I needed help, but I could not ask. I could just say yes.

    To your friend, may she be comforted. And to you, thank you for being a good friend.

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    1. Cathy--I think she's getting comfort from her family and her faith. She's such a strong woman. I know I would be hiding in a dark room--and totally isolated--if it had happened to me.

      I wonder why it's so hard for us to ask? Maybe I can use this for a Muffin post...

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  4. Asking is one of the hardest things, I guess for me, it makes me think I'm weak or something, but that's not the case at all. We all need one another. Bravo for you sharing with her and bravo to her for sharing her story!

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  5. Hey, I just realized that pic of me with my name is not me! What the heck?

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  6. Oh my gosh, I'm such a goof. It is me.

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  7. Speaking of needing help. LOL

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    1. Lynn--Your string of comments--so funny.

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  8. So happy she agreed to release her life story for possible publication and so glad you wrote it. It is a timely topic. Wishing you the best on getting the message out there.

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    1. Linda--Thanks for your crossed fingers. I'm gonna need them.

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  9. I'm glad you were brave enough to show her and open enough to listen to her suggestions. She sounds like a brave strong woman too.

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  10. Kudos to you for writing the story, and to her for being brave enough to share it.

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