Friday, May 31, 2024

The Power of Words by Joyce Bump Milliser


Joyce and I met for the first time at Lincoln Elementary school in Miami, Ok. in the fall of 1952 in second grade. We were so proud to be in a brand-new building that year. 

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. 


8 comments:

  1. I really enjoyed the story of the mole and the power of words.

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  2. I agree with Joyce. Unless it is a threat to your health, leave your body alone.

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  3. Luv this story and must agree that Joyce is one special Lady! Marvin T

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  4. Thank you and I love my silver/gray hair…Diana

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  5. Letty,

    Beautiful! And the emphasis on the power our words have on children is so important!

    Linda

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  6. That made me tear up. I have know Joyce for many years too. Honestly I didn’t even notice she had a mole. Thank you for those words.

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  7. This story was a good reminder of not letting someone else dictate how you feel about yourself. I also hope Joyce is having this mole checked. I've had too many moles removed for medical reasons to not think of that as I read her thoughtful essay.

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  8. This essay was a good way to show that we shouldn't be dictated to by fashion or someone else's words. As I was reading the essay, I am also preparing to have another mole taken off for medical reasons. I hope Joyce keeps checking her skin for safety! Thanks for sharing this thoughtful essay.

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