Just Breathe

Dear Reader:

If there was a lesson I learned from my experiences over this past weekend, it was stop jumping to conclusions before you get all the facts. Easier said than done… right?

Momentarily bad days make us feel like our whole life is in the pits . A little overly dramatic, right? But then , in my case, my greatest strength is my imagination and creativity-they bring great joy to my life. However, they can also become my greatest nemesis!

My mind can conjure up some ghastly outcomes to my on-going fight against breast cancer. That is what happened over the weekend. My imagination was completely out of control until it was reined back in by a caring doctor with calm reassurances.

Last night I slept in a deep slumber that evaded me for two previous nights. When I woke up I made myself stop and write down a list of things I was grateful for. Modern medicine being one of them-yes I am living on the edge-I just happen to be more aware of it when confronted with the fact that one person’s definition of a” critically low” white cell count is another person’s ” normal.”

But then haven’t we all been living on the edge since we took our first breath? Thanks to modern medicine we might not have found cures for all cancers but today millions of people are living with cancer and enjoying every extra minute it gives them!

I mentioned yesterday that Janet Bender loved the idea of the ” wind phones ” and thought how cool it would be for each country and state within our country to find a beautiful spot and build a ” booth.” Old landline phones could be donated-and what about giving someone grieving a landline phone as a type of memorial. I thought about this idea after reading about how one mother discovered her four year old daughter , on a play princess phone, talking to her ” Grandy” ( grandmother) updating her on her day. ” Mama told me you can’t talk back ” Grandy” but that’s okay-just listen please! ??”

So if anyone has some ideas on implementing ” wind phones” please join in! Thanks Janet!

So until tomorrow…Remember BREATHE… it’s just a bad day, not a bad life!

Today is my favorite day! Winnie the Pooh

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 Just Breathe

  1. I am so glad all is well and you have found some peace, enough to sleep!


  2. Rachel Edwards says:

    So glad that all turned out well…like you my imagination gets the best of me sometimes …plus my wild dreams…love the idea of the phones …little ones love to use them. Have a peaceful and uneventful day…used to think that would be boring but not so at this time of life .


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