Words from my heart
I’ve been thinking a lot about you since we texted last night. Your current situation sounds difficult, and your comment about feeling intimidated struck me. I have a book called Women of Courage by Katherine Martin. It’s filled with inspiring stories that have helped me—they’ve helped me have more courage. You can borrow it if you like.
This morning I was looking for something in my gmail and stumbled on this one-page assignment I wrote three years ago for Communication Theory. I thought you might like to read it.
Thank you for sharing your feelings. I don’t always know how best to help you, but I will always be here for you if you need me . . . I believe in you!
With love, Laura Beth
Laura Beth Ramirez
COM 450 – Communication Theory
September 29, 2015
Presentation of Self: My Kind of Fun
I come from a long line of believers, believers in God and love and forgiveness and kindness. And occasional fun (no dancing, though—I was taught dancing is sin). My growing-up years were safe, happy, and free from tragedy, except for the cancer that stole my father from me when I was eleven. By then I had learned to perform like a good little girl—like the pastor’s daughter I was—and the audience clapped and said, “How cute! What big eyes and beautiful smile!”
By my senior year of high school, I no longer enjoyed the applause. Confused and lost, I sought help from a pastor. He said, “You’re too pretty to have problems.” Too pretty to have problems? So why the inner turmoil? Why the adult years of antidepressants and eating disorders? Why all the job changes? Why, why the crazy number of hairstylists? Because I got the world’s memo—appearance matters so you better look perfect! But what about my voice? What about my heart?
Thanks to brave others, the memo is being rewritten. Voices of courage spur me, buoy me. Their stories cry out, “YOUR VOICE MATTERS, YOUR HEART MATTERS . . . DO NOT GIVE UP!” With simple style and sparkling gray hair, I now share my stories with a passion to encourage—to “inspire courage.”
I believe in God and love and forgiveness and kindness. I don’t believe dancing is sin, yet I do avoid dance floors. However, when social interaction happens and hope is renewed, my heart dances! It dances up a storm like a Broadway musical on closing night. That’s my kind of fun—meaningful conversation with family, friends, acquaintances and others in the routine of everyday life.
And if the day happens to include a light breeze, I’m in heaven.