 |
| I find it ironic how many first names I can recall and like every other super senior I forget faster than I remember. First row: Rosaline, Tony, Jackie Trask, Letty Stapp, Mike Stevens, , ??, Row two: Raymond, Joyce Bump,, Carol Cosby, Donald, Homa June Jamison, ? Ronnie, ,?. Row three: Cooper, Kay, ?, Linda Sellers, Bradley Karnes, Lawrence, Jackie Smith., ? Sue. |
Although, we never became close friends, because my family moved before I entered fourth grade, we met again in junior high to high school. Now, thanks to reunions and social media have come to know each other, and more importantly share some of our stories and laugh over our gray hair and wrinkles.
This is Joyce's recent story, and one that many of us have experienced, as we have learned that words can hurt or be filled with kindness.
I
had a yearly dermatology appointment today. When the doctor came in and started examining me the first thing, she noticed
was the mole on my face. It has been there for as long as I can remember.
She
asked if I’d like her to remove it. I’m thankful I didn’t tear up. I
said “No. Let me tell you why. If your dad or grandad ever watched
Gunsmoke you’d know who Miss Kitty was. She had a ‘beauty mark’, my dad
called it, on her face and he always said mine was my Miss Kitty mark. So
I’d feel like I was losing part of me if you took it off.”
I thought
she was going to tear up. She apologized and said “Well, now you have convinced me not to take it off because I’d feel guilty.”
Through
the years I’ve been very aware of other people's reactions to my mole.
Kids especially. They’d ask where I “got it” and I’d always tell them
“God gave it to me.”
One customer asked why I didn’t have it removed and
I jokingly said, “because it doesn’t bother me like it does you.” She
laughed, not realizing I meant it.
I know women
especially who would have it removed in a heartbeat just like wrinkles
or gray hair. I’m not those women. I’ve earned my wrinkles and those
gray hairs. Why try to hide something that’s so natural. My mole is very
natural to me.
I’m not upset. It just makes
me aware of how powerful words are to a child and how words can
influence their thinking about themselves.
I’ll always be thankful for my daddy’s sweet words.
The Journey follow this link to another story about the power of words.
