I took my 94 year-old Grampa on a date to the symphony and we enjoyed an evening which was so wonderful that my Grampa called our time together as “delicious as moist chocolate cake.” During our dinner conversation, my Grampa informed me that Mozart died at 35 years old. I learned that Mozart composed all his brilliant works and impacted the course of human history in only 35 years.
After I got home, it hit me like a ton of bricks that I will die some day too and it would be a shame to take my ideas, my truth and personal story to the grave, without allowing it to support and inform the journey of others like me.
It was right then and there that I made a determination to use my voice, make myself vulnerable and start talking about my personal experience as part of my comprehensive, professional offering to those I serve.
I contacted the Vestibular Disorders Association, offering to write up my personal story for their member newsletter and for publication on their website. I wasn’t really sure how to tell my story but when I stopped thinking so hard about what I would say, the story ended up telling itself.
When I eventually sat down to type it up, I stood up four hours later with almost 6,000 words comprising my submission entitled, “The Power of a Compassionate Witness.”
If you are curious what motivates me, you may find my personal story interesting.
This publication is just the beginning of me sharing my experience of the great suffering I have endured and the tremendous resilience I have cultivated in my life.
When I later read my story aloud to some friends, it made us laugh and it made us cry.
I hope you enjoy reading this part of my story – laugh with me, cry with me and begin to understand why I care.