Actual Album of the Episode in 1982 where my letter was read on American Top 40 by Casey Kasem.
Today is February 11, 2021. It is 8:14 p.m. I was blessed today with one of the most inspiring conversations of my life. The evolution of this conversation reminded me of what hope is.
Let me start with the revelation this conversation blanketed me with. One take away is what hope is not. Hope is not me being paralyzed by the actions of a few.
Recognizing the challenge God placed before me has always been something I recognized. But I learned today that what I do with that Challenge is the Gift I give back to God.
Maybe this is a concept of infancy for more evolved people than me, but that second part, “what I do with that Challenge is the Gift I give back to God” was the key to unlocking the door to where I go next.
This conversation was anointed.
This person unlocked the chains that I put upon myself and I felt free to exclaim my God-Given Gift. I’ve never said that aloud before. People have said it to me many times throughout my life, but I was not prepared to accept the responsibility of that gift until today.
Mine is that I love writing, I love journals. I love that my mom and I have diaries of our lives from our two parallel perspectives while experiencing our lives together.
I love sending and receiving letters. I have letters from so many friends and family organized and filed. The beauty of our time in history, as well as what we felt and thought about in those tender ages recaptures pureness of hopes and dreams.
Writing letters is an authentic way of communicating your soul to another – in a time where anticipation was not an option. There is a more sacred type of consent when a letter is written, addressed, stamped, and put into the mail.
Because you mail a letter and you let it go. In part, because of the amount of time that it takes a letter to be physically delivered. In the meantime, you have basketball practice, cross-country running, academic decathlon, a break-up from your boyfriend, a fight with your mother, passed a test or otherwise.
Many activities would take place in the interim – so there is not a lot of obsessing about waiting for a response in the mailbox. Coupled with that, if we had long-distance phone calls, it was so expensive it wasn’t an everyday option to make phone calls. A stamp was affordable.
We were blessed not to have that “instant-gratification”; or the awful “opportunity” of knee-jerk reactions, mass-manipulation, uninvited disclosures and shaming that social media and text messaging provides.
I love words, the meaning of words, and the nuances of words. I love writing, documenting, sharing my opinion, and connecting with people, as well as connecting people to each other – FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF HOPE.
Jack Welch is my teacher. He said one thing that I have been wrestling with throughout my years of being his student. He said something along the lines of , “You cannot be half-way into anything and expect to be successful at either of those half-endeavors”.