We Tell Ourselves Stories In Order To Live…

Dear Reader:

Never was this quote more applicable than yesterday when I went for my six month check-up and ( ouch) Prolia injection with my primary doctor… Dr. Sara Montoya.

Everyone was so nice…that came into the room… even the Prolia ” Injector.” ( though that is a l-o-n-g shot… I start counting the seconds… it is a thick serum that encompasses a burning sensation… so the seconds seem pretty long during this injection.)

***In case you haven’t seen the commercials …it is an injection to help people with low bone density …and since falls are our greatest nemesis as we grow older… I am thankful for it.

After the injection the cutest young ” intern” came through the door. She was a medical student at MUSC …completing one of her requirements for graduation … doing a month internship with a family physician. She was halfway through the experience and knew she had hit the “jackpot” with Dr. Montoya… she told me every patient told her the same thing but she knew it after the first meeting!

As we were chatting and I was telling her about my medical history with breast cancer … suddenly I found myself telling my story… starting with ” Hold My Hand.” You could have heard a pin drop… when I finished she sat and stared… I had started the intro with ” You are sitting and talking to a full-fledged miracle.”

Apparently before Dr. Montoya stepped in the intern had stopped her and pointed to the room and said she just heard the most amazing story. I ended my story with ” You are a great listener… you will be a wonderful doctor… just remember to listen to ” The Great Physician” … you will always be steered in the right direction … one consisting of compassion, love, and hope… life.”

It is our responsibility to reach back and share our life stories with those who will follow… so one day they will do the same thing to their next generation.

So until tomorrow…

Today is my favorite day… Winnie the Pooh

Look at this beautiful pot of sunflowers Vickie gave for checking on her home, gardens, and mail while she was in Michigan last week. I told her it was easy since I didn’t have to water once… all rain!!!
Look at my beautiful great- niece-Rhea-who in the blink of an eye will be turning one on July 26… along with mom and PaPa!
” RABBIT RABBIT!”

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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1 Response to We Tell Ourselves Stories In Order To Live…

  1. Gin-g Edwards says:

    ❤️❤️❤️

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