“She came out on the stage in yards of pearls, emerging like a favorite scenic view, flashed her golden smile and sang” (Robert Earl Haydin). But Stephanay sang with such force that she lost her voice, as she did every other time she had sung.
Questions flew like a winged blue bird increasing its altitude into freedom. She was always upset. Always asking why? Always complaining about hoarseness and not being able to hit all her notes like Derrick Jeter hits the balls out of Yankee Stadium. (“Strike one!” “Ball!”) That is, until she met a woman who changed her visions of life. (“Ball 2!”)
”Acknowledge your blessings. The joy that comes in the morning. Loving you is loving true. Be proud of the skin you’re in. It’s what makes you, you!” – Stephanie Jeannot
Stephanay was inside of the corner café purchasing a dinner sized lunch. While at the counter a young high spirited lady approached and put in an order. Stephanay heard the lady speaking with hoarseness and jokingly said, “What happened to your voice?” By jokingly, I mean, the lady could have been at a Knick game at Madison Square Garden and screaming in fun or something over the weekend. But the response that the lady gave was something Stephanay never expected. The lady said, “my voice has been like this since the 4th of July.”
Confusion filled Stephanay’s mind like water in a basin. She tried to figure it out like a system of inequalities on yellow graph paper. This was approximately four months later. How could a voice remain hoarse for over seven thousand hours? Then Stephanay thought about the vocal illnesses she heard about from misplaced vocal output or singing without breathing. Silent soul conversations to the self filled the ear like jazz swing music from IPOD headphones. “Could this happen to me?” “Is this for real?” “How is it that she lost something so valuable and is smiling but I have a frown on my face?” (“Foul Ball!”)
The lady continued and said, she had eaten one bad apple from a bunch and ever since, she lost the ability to talk like a normal person. This lady made her living as a receptionist with the biggest smile on her face as if she were telling a family tale to her granddaughter. It caused damage to the vocal cords she used to use to talk and sing that could never be mechaniced. The lady became hoarse for life overnight and would never be able to sing again, the way she had in the past; and could barely even talk.
Stephanay started to wonder. Fear crept up into her heart like an infection to the ear in the winter time. She grew sad as if it were her own vocal cords, sympathizing with the woman for her loss. With tears in her eyes, Stephanay realized “it could’ve been me! God has been so good to me. I have no right to complain. Just accept because things could be worst.” (“Walk!”)
“To change your language, you must change your life” – D. Walcott
There’s more than one view on things. There’s one to the left and one to the right. Everywhere I turn is a view. So I’m hoping to never be so stuck in the tunnel view that I can’t get out of the box to see the world. My view may not always be the best view.
It’s crazy how we could have everything that a person could need in life and never be satisfied but then the instant it is gone, appreciate it. True the book of Job said that he was rich in blessings but then in a flash, lost everything. King Oedipus had the kingdom, a wife, children and so much wisdom, he could crack the mystery of the sphinx, but in an instant, lost his sense of who he was. The people in Port-Au-Prince were living happily, even in their poor state but in a matter of minutes, lost their homes and everything that was inside.
Acknowledgement is the most important thing. Acknowledge your blessings. Acknowledge what you have. Acknowledge God. Never let a day go by, even when the skies are gray, without shining that internal sunshine for the joy that the world does not give nor can take away.
In capturing moments, we can look back upon our own memories to remember how to go about life differently for better results. Stephanay dreamed about it. She hoped and prayed for it; waited and started to get discouraged because time started growing rusty and caned. Stephanay got discouraged when people told her that she was wasting some of the one billion seconds of breath she had taken in thus far in life. She became worried that the day might never come. Until she realized what she would be giving up if she stopped drinking from the half full cup. So instead of letting the little silly things mislead her, she decided to let go and let God.
Now she’s a tad bit more calm and ready. Ready for the world and ready for the destiny that awaits. It’s a brand new day with brand new opportunities. Isn’t it true that we get better as the day goes by? Staying chained to the past is equivalent to being in confinement. But dancing into the promise of tomorrow is so liberating. And so is freeing that song that lives in your heart. Let’s make way for the victories we are destined to see and welcome it with a warm apple pie smile. (“Home!”)