Tossing out papers this week I ran up on a copy of my first Toastmaster's speech. The ice breaker speech is supposed to convey to the other members things about oneself so they can figure out who I am and where I am coming from.
My
childhood was much like a “Norman Rockwell” painting.
Or you might say: Extraordinarily ordinary!
I
was born and raised in
of
which
has 5,200 registered voters and
quaint,
white clapboard houses with green shutters
and
blazing red and yellow maple trees in the fall.
When I was much younger I used to describe who I was with what I did – legal secretary, office manager, or sales manager. But, that no longer applies as I have had to re-invent myself every few years in order to advance in the workplace.
Experience has clearly shown me you are not your job title.
So, my occupation is “seasoned professional” – I do what I have to do in order to accomplish what needs to be done to move me toward my goal.
I could stand here and list my pedigree – my college degree, my professional degrees – You might even be impressed – but as my mother used to say:
It is what is inside of me – that is who I am.
The easiest way to share with you who is in here is to explain how I was raised.
My blue collar father, the plumber, and my legal secretary mother, the diplomat, taught me right from wrong.
My entire childhood and upbringing can be reduced into classical one-liners that most every knows:
“You can’t fail until you try.”
So that you understand a part of my makeup –
I am the youngest of three children,
I have two older brothers.
My mother was very women’s lib – She
was way ahead of her time.
Once when I was good enough to help build the tree house
down in the woods some 16 feet off the
ground
in a cluster of 6 pine trees
and upon completion my two older
brothers
barred me from joining in and playing
“Fort” -
My mother stepped in and declared –
“If she was good enough to help build it –
she’s good enough to play in it.”
That encouragement was echoed later
when I was challenged with something I
felt I could not do.
Mom would say:
When I was a Girl scout,
I worked on a Wildflower Badge with
another girl from the neighborhood. As a
team,
we scoured the countryside for wildflower
specimens.
We pressed flowers and leaves between
wax paper,
and created two identical books.
However, the Troop leader found mine
faulty in some way,
and I came home crying.
I put my hands on my hips and tried to
explain to my Father
and all I could blurt out was: “Life ain’t fair.”
I learned that lesson – along with another one of Dad’s favorite sayings:
As I grew up in that Norman Rockwell
environment
– every day riding a big lumbering yellow bus
to and from school my entire
adolescent life
–the sage advice kept pace with my
development.
My mother would say:
Father would say:
Mother would say:
Father would say:
“You sleep with dogs, you'll get fleas.”
And, as I got older – Mom would say:
And Dad would say:
“You want to be treated like blue jeans – wear blue jeans – you want to be treated like a professional – dress like one.”
But, my all-time favorite as I was growing
up
was the heated political discussions
around the supper table
where I hardly could get in a word in
edgewise
between my two older brothers
was Dad’s classic conclusion to every political debate:
“If you didn’t vote – keep your mouth shut!”
In conclusion of my
introduction to you –
I want to share with you some of the words of
wisdom
that I’ve absorbed and embraced and consider
as a current explanation of who I am.
“Work flows to where it gets done.”
I hope my life will be lived well as in:
“LIFE should be a PATTERN of EXPERIENCES to SAVOR,
NOT ENDURE.”
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