It’s Not Always About a Happy Ending

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In wrapping up the preparation of a workshop for later this month, my presentation close is, appropriately enough, about endings.

Endings are a big deal: We end our babyhood by learning to walk. Our little kid stage ends on the first day of kindergarten. High school or college graduation may be seen as the end of our formal education. (Although I encourage you to be a lifelong learner.) Our first job with a paycheck and the accompanying first apartment end our years of being financially cared for by others. Retiring is the end of a connection to the actively working world.

All are big deals, indeed. Endings have a sense of significance if done right.

But I have seen and heard speakers reach the end of a speech or presentation and unceremoniously announce, “That’s all I have.”  OR “That wraps up what I wanted to tell you.”

I call that type of ending the Porky Pig close — “Th-th-th-that’s all folks!”

Effectively closing a presentation is one more relevant way to engage your audience so they will remember your message. That’s because we human beings have a tendency to recall endings which can help us connect to the main message.

Daniel Pink’s book WHEN, The Scientific Secrets of Perfect Timing details fascinating studies about endings and how an ending of significance helps us recall more of the event and makes it more satisfying.

Lest you think I forget what I’ve written about, yes, I have mentioned this book before in my post Time is Not the Enemy. And yes, his book is THAT good to deserve multiple mentions from me.

Here’s a fascinating idea: Our speeches and the stories we share don’t necessarily have to have a happy ending to be well-received and long-remembered. In fact, says Pink, a more satisfying ending contains an element of poignancy which he defines as a complex emotional mix of happiness and sadness.

Online dictionaries couch poignancy in these terms: “evoking a keen sense of sadness or regret…something that deeply affects the emotions…sharply emotional.”  Indeed, the root word origin is the Latin pungere, meaning to sting or pierce.

I like Pink’s understanding best…that bittersweet, roller coaster ride of emotions that wash over your heart where you’re laughing or smiling or gently nodding your head yes even as tears fill your eyes and the lump in your throat makes it almost impossible to swallow.

A perfect example of an ending filled with poignancy is the last five minutes of Toy Story 3. The boy Andy is all grown up and leaving for college. The remainder of his favorite little boy toys (unexpectedly including Woodie) are boxed up, and he delivers them to Bonnie, a little neighborhood girl.

“I’m going away now and I need someone really special to play with them,” Andy tells Bonnie, as he hands over ownership.

Go ahead and watch the ending on the YouTube link below and try not to feel anything. I double-dog dare you.

Daniel Pink says, “…the most powerful endings deliver poignancy because poignancy delivers significance. Adding a small component of sadness to an otherwise happy moment elevates that moment rather than diminishes it.”

We may think we want a happy ending; after all, we’re programmed for it as in, “And they lived happily ever after.”

But Pink goes on to say, “The best endings don’t leave us happy. Instead, they produce something richer—a rush of unexpected insight, a fleeting moment of transcendence, the possibility that by discarding what we wanted we’ve gotten what we need.”

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Porky Pig

Toy Story 3 ending

 

 

Love is the First Answer

Love is the first answer

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A friend had driven into the city to attend a concert. Traffic had forced the cars to slog along, barely moving down the city streets. Suddenly a young boy, surely no older than ten, jaywalked across her car’s path. He turned and raised his middle finger as he crossed in front of her car.

Put yourself in her place; what is your knee-jerk reaction to this? Anger? Disgust? Disbelief? Fear? Indignation? Contempt? Loathing?

Most of us would likely feel a combination of some of these.

How many of us would have the immediate response of love?

I have to be honest; not me.

Yet I’m in the process of re-reading Minding the Body, Mending the Mind by Dr. Joan Borysenko.  It just so happens something similar happened to the author once.

She too was behind the wheel and was stopped at a traffic light. The car next to her pulled a bit ahead so that the young boy in the backseat was within her line of sight. He too gave Dr. B. the finger.

She ignored her gut reaction and instead reframed the situation to wonder why a child would feel the need to display contempt toward a stranger. Maybe he hadn’t been well-cared for or well-loved. Perhaps his daily life was a steady diet of negativity, coarseness, and insolence.

And so, in the reactive moment, she gathered within herself all the love and forgiveness she could find. She smiled and put forth that positive caring energy toward the boy. The red light turned to green, the cars moved on, and he was gone.

No, the story doesn’t have a miraculous Facebook happy ending. The child didn’t write down her license tag and years later track her down to share how the silent exchange turned around his life, and that he now devoted his life caring for the needy.

But what if?

What if that tiny moment’s silent interaction in his life made a difference to him?

Here’s the truth: Most of the time we will NOT know how our words and actions affect those with whom we have contact, whether that contact is brief or prolonged and intense.

“You are born into the world and will probably never know to whose prayers your life is the answer.”

What powerful words! That’s a whole sermon in one sentence.

We have to ask ourselves, “How will I live if my life is to be the answer to someone’s prayers?”

Love is the first answer.

Because if we first love as we are loved, then everything else falls into place: compassion, empathy, forgiveness, the courage to seek justice, the willingness to help….

You can fill in the blanks for what you consider the rest of the “good stuff.”

But love is the first answer.

An aside….The “you are born into the world…” quote above is my hands-down favorite quote of all time. I wrote it down long ago and attributed it to the Scottish Baptist evangelist and teacher Oswald Chambers. However, searching online I cannot find these exact words. I nearly let the anxiety over proper attribution stop me from sharing them.

I did find a quote from him as follows: “I have the unspeakable knowledge that my life is the answer to prayers…God is blessing me and making me a blessing.” So maybe my favorite quote just didn’t make it online to be found.

Chambers died at the young age of 43 from complications of an appendectomy. It’s interesting to note that the books that are published under his name were compiled by his wife from the shorthand notes she took of his many talks. His words would have been lost forever if not for his wife! Millions of people today read the daily devotionals based on his book My Utmost for His Highest.

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Oswald Chambers bio

 

 

 

 

Let’s Be Real, People (OR) Let’s Be Real People

 

Real People

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When I flipped over my writing room’s wall calendar to August, I was disgusted at the new month’s photo. After seven months of amazing flower garden photography, August’s photo showed three butterflies on a Joe-pye weed plant.

Why did I find that so repulsive? Because the butterflies had been obviously PhotoShopped onto the bush. It was a fake photo.

Come on now. I have taken a dozen snapshots of butterflies on flowers from my own yard over the past six weeks, yet you had to resort to PhotoShop? Even though the name isn’t attractive, Joe-pye weed is gorgeous enough to have stood on its own for the August focus.

I knew I didn’t want to look at that fake photo for 31 days, so I tore it off and have left in place the July picture of a lotus flower.

I admit it. I have an issue with disingenuousness.

Years ago as an office manager, I was meeting with the president and vice-president of our company. Their conversation as I joined them was regarding the custom detailing of their respective automobiles: an Escalade and a Lexus.

Back and forth they went, each trying to outdo each other with the superiority of their detail work guy.

Quickly tiring of the drivel, I said, “I just take my Honda to the carwash.” Ah yes, one of the little people had spoken. They dropped the pretentious conversation.

The latest fakery I’m encountering can be found in marketing emails. Companies send me missives that start with, “Hey Norma!”

It’s as though they are just so excited to talk to me they can hardly stand it.

One email continued on: “You are one smart cookie, Norma.”

Please, you’re too kind.

The smart cookie email’s closing line was, “Hope to hear from you soon! With love and respect,” from the first names of the company’s two principals.

With love? We’ve not even been out on a date.

This kind of false familiarity is a huge turnoff for me.

Then I have another new online friend: Grammarly. This is a great free app that double-checks your grammar and punctuation and offers suggestions for corrections. While I consider myself fairly proficient in these areas, I do appreciate the ability to have a second pair of, uh, “eyes” looking over my work.

But now Grammarly sends me flattering emails via a weekly writing update. Here is what they told me last week:  “Holy smokes. You were quite the busy bee with your writing this past week. You were more productive than 89% of Grammarly users.” Then they displayed my stats:  My “mastery” showed that I was more accurate than 81% of their other users. AND….I had used more unique words than 85% of those other losers.  Err, I mean users.

But Grammarly is also a tough-love friend. Just when they had puffed up my ego to the point of exploding, they dropped the bomb: Over the week I had made twenty other “advanced mistakes” that the free program didn’t correct. Twenty!

But salvation is at hand; for a lump sum annual payment of $140, I can purchase the premium product and have ALL my errors brought to light.

An actual tough-love friend would tell you that the tie you’re wearing clashes with your shirt or that purple lipstick is NOT a flattering shade for women over 30.

But they’d do it for free.

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Dance to this while you’re pondering my message. 

 

 

Searching for Just the Right Word

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Do you repeat yourself? No, I’m not inquiring whether or not you tell stories repetitiously. (“Say, have I ever told you about the time I….”)

Instead, I’m asking this: Are you word lazy? Many of us are. We get in a rut, using and overusing the same small vocabulary of words.

In a coaching session last month, I pointed out that a client used the word “thing” seventeen times in a fifteen-minute talk.

She uttered phrases such as, “The number one thing we need to watch for is…” and “The important thing to do first is…” and “Which thing has the most impact?”

I’m fond of speech coach Patricia Fripp’s take on the overuse of the word thing. Fripp has been quoted as saying, “Specificity builds credibility.” When we refer to issues, problems, and solutions as “things” we’re being overly non-specific and so we come across as lacking credibility.

Personally, I overuse the word great. I use it so much it has lost its meaning:  A great meal, a great visit, a great time, a great movie, a great friend, a great idea, a great TED talk…..”How are you, Norma?”  I’m great, thanks for asking.

Great is beginning to grate on my nerves.

Thanks to the online site Thesaurus.com, using the section of synonyms, I’m now building my own list of words to substitute for great. Although it’s not listed as a possible synonym for great, I like the word spectacular.

Listening to yourself is a rewarding experience as I wrote about on March 6.   I understand that can be a daunting exercise. Maybe as you work up your courage to try that, start by paying extra attention to yourself while you’re speaking. See if you can hear/find your own word laziness. Then use the synonym search tool to replace the word.

Note: If you’re hearing too much swearing (as some of my students admit to!), you should cut that out anyhow. You know who you are.

Stuck on a nonsense word or phrase like a parrot? Examples are “Gotcha” and “Right, right,” as your go-to response to let someone know you’re following what they’re saying.

How many words are there? According to the Oxford English Dictionary, there are “full entries for 171,476 words in current use and 47,156 obsolete words. To this may be added around 9,500 derivative words included as subentries.”

Figures are all over the place for the vocabulary of the average American. Links to some articles are below. Do we know 20,000 words?  40,000? 70,000  or more words? But how many words we KNOW and how many words we USE are two different categories.

Let’s step away from our word laziness and use a wider variety of words to tell our stories.

That will be a great thing.

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Article on how many words are there in the English language

Here is one test for how many words average American knows

Here is a test you can take

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunrise, Sunset…Does Anybody Know the Time?

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At times I think my brain may be wired a little differently than most people’s. I might be minding my own business, thinking about things, and suddenly something I’m familiar with doesn’t make sense.

Here’s a perfect example: In the Biblical story of creation in Genesis, each day’s work by the Creator ends in this format: “There was evening, there was morning, the first day.”

To our modern minds and patterns of thinking, that should seem backwards, right? Who defines the day talking about the evening? Even though the actual morning (a.m.) time begins at midnight, when we talk, most of us speak the language of starting our day when we wake up in the morning, whether that’s at 6 a.m. or 9 a.m. or noon. (Get out of bed, you lazy bum.)

And then it struck me that I knew that Jewish holidays begin in the evening. That led me to some research.

DISCLAIMER: I do not consider myself an expert on the Jewish method of keeping time after reading a few articles. Please look upon my summary thinking with kindness. I’ve included a link at the end of this post to an article that most helped me gain a rudimentary understanding.

Since Judaism doesn’t recognize Jesus as the Messiah, their religion couldn’t accept keeping historical time in the same manner as Christians who use B.C. and A.D. (“A.D.” stands for anno domini, Latin for “in the year of the lord,” and refers specifically to the birth of Jesus Christ. “B.C.” stands for “before Christ.”)

For hundreds of years, the Jews used big events as markers of the “beginning” of their timekeeping.  The Exodus from Egypt was used for a while and later the destruction of the Temple in Jerusalem was substituted.

But those events, as momentous as they were, just didn’t seem the best choice.

Eventually, the Jewish faith decided to use the most magnificent event of all—the creation as set forth in the first book of the Torah, the law of Moses…Genesis. And that takes me back to where I started…there was evening, and there was morning, the second day.

Before we had clocks, watches, and cell phones to tell us the time, we had nature. So in Jewish time, keeping with the wording from Genesis, the marking of the day begins with the “onset of night (the appearance of the stars).” Other Jewish teachers use sunset to mark the beginning of the new day.

If you didn’t grow up in a Jewish household, that likely seems a bit topsy-turvy. But the last two paragraphs of the article by Rabbi Maurice Lamm are so beautifully worded that I don’t want to paraphrase his explanation.

“Beginning the day with the night is, in a sense, a metaphor of life itself. Life begins in the darkness of the womb, then bursts into the brightness of the light and eventually settles into the darkness of the grave, which, in turn, is followed by a new dawn in the world-to-come.

Life consists of light and dark: “And there was evening and there was morning.” What we make of time is what counts.”

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Article by Rabbi Maurice Lamm

Article explaining B.C. and A.D.  

 

 

 

Let’s Have a Heart-to-Heart Talk

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The traditional symbol for heart is, of course, this: 

Even though the real human heart looks nothing like that.

My guess is that this symbol, a stand-in for the word love, is the most easily recognized and most-used shape in America.

We see bumper stickers that read I    (fill in the blank) such as NY, my Border Collie, or mountain climbing. Symbolic onscreen confetti hearts flow when you love something on Facebook. Our kids display their affection by making us heart-shaped construction paper cards in kindergarten.

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We take photos of ourselves making hearts with our hands, and we see hearts in nature.

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Some of my friends have seen hearts in the foam of their caffe latte.

There is a whole website devoted to the heart emoji to help us express the exact type of love we’re feeling.

We use compassionate phrases such as, “My heart goes out to you.” In happy times we say, “My heart was bursting with joy.” In grief and loss, we describe ourselves as being broken-hearted. Feeling fear, we offer up, “My heart was in my throat.”

I think we’re in love with hearts. That would be: We ♥  ♥♥♥.               

The word heart is used over a thousand times in the Bible, as in “Create in me a clean heart, oh God.”

Marcus Borg’s book The HEART of Christianity reminds us that in the Bible, the heart is a metaphor for the self at its deepest level—our spiritual center. God’s purpose is for us to live our lives with open hearts; to be compassionate, kind, and loving people.

Borg’s own examples of open-heartedness include those above as well as being alive to wonder, remaining grateful, and maintaining a passion for justice for all people.

The author makes the point that closed-heartedness can be termed (from the Greek) sklerokardia – a hardening of the heart.

We can believe that people who commit truly horrific acts of violence, hatred, and greed are the best examples of hard-heartedness. But Borg is clear that this type simply represents one end of the spectrum; there are other ways of being hard-hearted that are not so extreme.

Consider this: What behaviors, acts, or words do we use when we’re being hard-hearted? We may display impatience or simply want our own way. Maybe we’re unwilling to truly listen to someone with a different viewpoint than our own. Our hard-heartedness could show up in our labeling or name-calling of another person even if that happens only inside our heads. It’s looking away from someone with a physical or mental disability. It’s being too busy, too involved with our own lives, to be mindful of the world around us. When we’re critical or sarcastic, that’s our hard-heartedness on display.

The evidence of hard-heartedness in my life may not be the same as in yours. It’s up to each of us to identify and replace our closed heart with an open heart.

 that idea.

 

 

 

 

The Most WOW! Message Ever

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Note: Today’s post is based on my 2017 Christmas letter. So if you’re on my card list, you’ll be reading something that feels familiar!

Author and speaker Michael Hyatt is adamant in his advice to exceed client/customer expectations. We must do whatever it takes to produce a WOW! response when clients/customers use our products or services.

Consider what must have been the most unrealistic and unexpected WOW! message in history: “Hey Mary. You are going to be the actual Holy Mother of God.”

An unworldly young girl receives the angel Gabriel’s announcement that the Holy Spirit will come upon her to impregnate her and, oh yes, did I happen to mention your baby will be the son of God?

Talk about WOW!

Joseph himself received a WOW! dream notice from an angel regarding the situation so that he understood.

There must have been some really amazing faith between Mary and Joseph for them to accept, believe, and act upon these angelic tidings.

Then the two of them receive the WOW! legal notice: Leave Nazareth and travel about a hundred miles (eight to ten days of walking) to Bethlehem where Joseph’s ancestral records are kept so that your family can be included in the census of the Roman empire.

I have been known to whine progressively louder while in the comfort of a leather seat in a luxury car with the seat warmer turned on high, “It can’t possibly still be eight more miles to the rest area!”

But there is not a word in scripture about Mary complaining about traveling on foot or perhaps riding on a donkey for over a week while heavy with child.

And no matter what concert you last attended, I’m sure the sound and lights can’t compete with the multitude of angels…the great company of the heavenly host who appeared to the ordinary people, the lowly shepherds…the first people to hear the news. The one you have been waiting for is here. The Messiah has been born in Bethlehem.

Can’t you just picture those shepherds looking up into the night sky and uttering a collective job-dropping WOW? And after finding the child, they went around and did what they were supposed to do—spread the good news and, I’m sure, received many WOWs in the process.

It’s easy to understand why the story surrounding the Messiah’s birth is the first chapter of what’s referred to as The Greatest Story Ever Told.

And what would a great story be without a gift for its readers and listeners? The WOW! message for each of us is the most well-known, most widely recognized verse of the Bible: the third chapter of John, verse 16.

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.  

For God so loved you.

 Yes, you.

 No matter what.

 Wow.

The Path of the Foot and the Fist

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When I start a new class of students, I like to create an atmosphere of trust between everyone.

One exercise to accomplish this is for each person to share something about themselves in a couple of sentences that may not be common knowledge. I explain that I’m not requiring them to divulge some deeply held personal secret, but rather, something that the people they work with may be surprised to learn.

As always, I model the desired outcome. I tell them, “When I was in my late 20s, I took Taekwondo for several years and ended my studies half a step away from earning a brown belt.”

You, my readers, get to hear the rest of the story.

My first instructor was a former American soldier, an Army Drill Sergeant, who had fought in the Korean War. That would have put him in his early 50s for my class. He had learned Taekwondo while in Korea which is where the art originated.

Tae means to destroy with the feet. Kwon means to smash with the hand. Do means path.

My instructor was intense. When I walked into that initial class, I felt like a new recruit on the first day of basic training. He lined us up against a wall and had us slide down to sit erect against it while he towered over us.

Moving down the line he pointed to each of us in turn. We were to give our name and a brief reason for taking his class.

Most of the guys gave some type of “learn how to fight” response. The few women had the same general response of “learn to protect myself.”

“You’ll learn all that,” he said. “But the thing I want you to always remember is this: I hope you never have to use what I’ll teach you. The most successful fight is the one you don’t have. The best way to protect yourself is to avoid people and situations that are unsafe.”

He was seriously tough on us. And this wasn’t some class taught in an official dojo; it was sponsored by Parks and Rec at a community center! But it changed my life.

My self-esteem refreshed itself and I was able to remove myself from a relationship that was mentally killing me. I became more poised and confident and found the courage to speak up for myself.

Some of the fighting lessons I learned can be applied to other aspects of my life. “Don’t hit hard enough just to make contact; aim for the space BEHIND your opponent” reminds me to consider how must farther I can reach in a project instead of doing just enough.

When a man has grabbed a woman and is holding her from behind, she is not helpless. There are various responses such as throwing back her head to smash his face or kicking the side of his knee to break it. The life lesson here is even when the situation seems hopeless, there is something we can do.

You’ve seen shows where the police arrive at a house and they pound on the door and scream, “Open up!” The purpose is to unsettle or startle or intimidate the bad guys. It’s the same idea why most martial arts have the participant uttering a short yell or shout while attacking the opponent.

So my instructor’s directive, “Crying or whimpering won’t help you. Make a lot of noise!” had the same meaning behind it. That still resonates with me. I believe we each have some personal noise to make…a story to tell, a lesson to pass along.

Hmmm…maybe I should have titled this post, “Everything I Need to Know I Learned in Taekwondo.”

To my readers: What specific class have you taken that has had a major impact on your life?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flutter By

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Have you ever heard of someone hating butterflies? These colorful winged creatures seem to live a peaceful life around flowers. They don’t bite or sting, they don’t buzz around your face, and they aren’t destructive (except for the hatched caterpillar eating the leaf it was born on). What’s not to like?

Butterflies have a spiritual connection. In thinking Easter thoughts, a Christian can relate to the metamorphosis stage where, within the chrysalis, old body parts of the larva are undergoing a transformation. What may have appeared to be dead is not. The butterfly emerges and rests before it flies off within a few hours. So many people associate a butterfly with a symbol of eternal life.

One of my friends has an amazing story of the graveside service of her son. Dozens of butterflies surrounded the mourners and provided the family with a sense of God’s peace over Russell’s death.

It wasn’t until I was an adult that I learned butterflies are short-lived. On average, their lifespan is 2-4 weeks. Some live only two days. Others, such as the Monarch and Mourning Cloak, may live for 6-12 months.

I didn’t want to believe it. Coming across that fact upset me. I wanted the reality to be that butterflies were like hummingbirds and simply migrated to warmer climates in the harsh weather. I wanted to believe that each spring for years I was seeing old friends return.

This strikes me as a sad aspect of nature. I wonder why God the Creator chose this short pattern of life for this spectacular creature? It’s on my list of questions for Him.

I’m hoping if butterflies realize what a tiny span of existence they’ve been granted, they decide to make the most of that time. Maybe that’s why they’re so peaceful.

One of the dismissal blessings at my church is based on a quote by the Swiss poet Henri-Frédéric Amiel:

Remember that life is short and we have too little time to gladden the hearts of those who travel the way with us. So be quick to be kind, make haste to love, and may the blessing of God Almighty: Father, Son and Holy Spirit be with you now and always.

Life IS short. We too are here on earth for a tiny span of existence, some shorter and some longer. What shall we do to gladden the hearts of others?

To my readers: Post a comment about someone who has made life easier for you.

Cheating Death

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The first time I came close to dying was when I was about four. It’s my earliest memory. I was at my grandparents’ home and apparently I had been given a balloon to play with. It popped. Unbeknownst to either grandparent, I had stretched a torn piece of the balloon across the front of my mouth.  Apparently I sucked in the balloon piece, and it ended up lodged at the top of my throat, blocking my airway.

I ran to my grandmother who was standing at the kitchen sink peeling potatoes. Unable to speak, I pointed to my open mouth. I’m sure I looked terrified. “Luther!” my grandmother screamed, summoning my grandfather. Although I have no recollection of what happened next, I’m told that Grandpa reached into my mouth and pulled out the shred of balloon. (Note to parents:  Seriously, a balloon is not a safe toy for young children. According to studies, more children have choked on balloons and pieces of broken balloons than any other type of toy.)

The second time I cheated death was Christmas Eve the year I was 20. I skidded on wet gravel and slammed my small car sideways into the stone abutments of a one-lane bridge. The car was demolished, but I walked away without a scratch.

Finally, when I was around 29 and driving to work in a GMC Jimmy (a mid-sized 4×4), another driver raced over a hill at 50+ mph. He ran a red light and hit me broadside at the driver’s door. Miraculously, once again I was unhurt. The police officer in charge told me, “Miss, had you been in a regular car, you would be dead now.” The height of the Jimmy had provided me life-saving inches.

When my grandsons were around 10 and 13, I shared these same stories with them. When I finished, my younger grandson Brandon piped up, “Wow, Grammy! God must have saved you for something special.”

Yes, in December when we watch Jimmy Stewart playing George Bailey in the holiday classic It’s a Wonderful Life, we may give a fleeting thought to the impact our individual lives have on our family and friends. But I’m going to encourage you to think about your impact every day.

We may not always feel that we’re making any “for the greater good” difference in the world, but each person reading this has his/her own individual positive aspects that affect those around us.

Even if I don’t know you, what I do know is that God has saved YOU for something special too. Make the most of that gift!

To my readers:  Share a story about a life-changing moment that has prompted you to look at life differently.