The Little Bird Who Lost Its Wings… but Found Its Voice

Dear Reader:

One of the nicest things about people following one’s stories through the form of a blog post…is that some of these amazing people… who played such distinctive and memorable roles in your life…remember parts of your own story that you, yourself,  have long forgotten.

Carol Poole’s remembrance (yesterday) came in the form of a missing piece of a puzzle through an adorable story she shared with me soon after my diagnosis…along with her own personal prediction…more accurate than the doctors…it turns out. Curious…I sure was! Here it is!

I am praising God for His infinite love and care for you, my precious friend. Several people in my current class of teachers know you. They asked about you yesterday and we had a good talk about what you have been through and how you have been doing. I am so happy to be able to give them this update.

Do you remember the book, The Wing, that I gave you when you first got your diagnosis? I said to you then that I saw you healed. Like the little bird, you can no longer fly freely through the trees, but, Oh Lord, can you sing!!!!

You sing your joy and comfort to all who know you! And you sing your praises to a Loving God who has guided you, comforted you, challenged you, and saved you so that your life is a powerful inspiration and blessing to others. I love you, my friend, and I thank Jesus that our paths have intertwined. Sing, Becky.🙏🏻💕🎶

Carol

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I tried to find the book Wings and/or the author unsuccessfully but with time I slowly started to remember that day Carol visited me and told me the story…a great metaphor on life.

Carol held my hand, looked into my eyes, and said “I see you healed.” (This following my surgeon’s four year prediction)

She went on to explain that this disease might end up clipping my (wings) ability to go as freely as I was used to….but one disability taken would be replaced by another  passionate ability …I was to use my voice to sing God’s praises.

I knew Carol didn’t mean “sing, sing” since she had heard me and it was definitely something one wouldn’t want repeated…but that I would, somehow, use my voice to continue telling my stories through God’s blessings and guidance to an unknown audience at the time.

It was still two years before Chapel of Hope Stories.com would become a reality.

And it appears now Carol’s prophecy was and is right on target. The side effects from my latest cancer medicines/treatments are definitely slowing me down physically…the stamina I once had has dwindled due to low white cell count and other low hemoglobin side effects.

So my wings are a little more “clipped” now…but this doesn’t affect my ability to write stories and share daily discoveries with all of you…if anything this love and passion has only increased.

Carol…if you ever quit teaching…which I hope you never do…you can always be a fortune-teller! 🙂 🙂 🙂 !!!!!!

Below: A picture of Carol and I interviewing the amazing Miss Minnie Kennedy in the History of Georgetown project we worked on for several months together in Georgetown. Fun times Carol! 🙂

So until tomorrow…

 

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

I made it to the store yesterday and was so proud of myself…first time in quite awhile…but I missed Janet Bender coming…she had made me a little  lavender/rice pillow case to help me sleep and/or nap…I love it Janet…you are something else…so sorry I missed you while I was at the store…I took a picture of it leaning up against the flowers…trying it out tonight.

 

Gin-g stopped by with soup and cookies and we had a chance to catch up …she is one busy lady right now…working at different schools! So good to see you Gin-g!

I was able to use my strength to get Big Red in and the other porch plants since it will be in the twenties this morning….couldn’t take a chance with my beloved geranium.

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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2 Responses to The Little Bird Who Lost Its Wings… but Found Its Voice

  1. Sis Kinney says:

    Good Saturday morning, dear Becky!

    Boy, was Carol Poole right! Your wings might have been clipped, but man can you sing!! You do everything that she said you would and by your sharing your story with the inner strength that you receive from God, you are an inspiration to many, many people! Yes, He held your hand when you had your initial surgery, but He hasn’t let go. He is always gently guiding you in your blog posts.
    And, for that, the rest of us are grateful. Continue with your “song,” as only you can sing it!

    I, too, am blessed to have had our paths cross – and further blessed that my path crossed with Carol’s – and then with the two of you together on that “history trip” in 2011! Your “song” just gets stronger and stronger as more and more people sign on to your blog! Sing, Becky, sing!

    Much love,
    Sis

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