My Uncle David used to accuse me of having verbal diarrhea. However accurate it may be, it is not something one can put on a resume, smile and point to. Uncle David has suggested taping my mouth shut several times over the years.
If I wanted to be sure my students or children did what I asked I simply said, “ Do you want to...bla… bla,…bla…or get a lecture from me?” They ALWAYS chose what ever it was I wanted them to do. They hated my LONG lectures.
I don’t know if it is a gift or a burden but it is who I am. I wasn’t on the debate team because that caused serious research and mental acuity. No, I was in DRAMA club and I guess that is why my life is ALWAYS filled with DRAMA.
Having a voice that can carry to the back of an auditorium is another one of my verbal gifts. I can thank my college drama teacher for that. “Prooooject, Karen, Prooooject!” was what he would continually shout. I was in a couple of plays, liked it, but couldn’t pick up my cues. I would get so involved with what was going on around me (darned ole ADHD again see blog #29) that I would usually be startled into my line by a kick, pinch, or shove. Therefore, I was always in comedies where the prompts of cast members usually drew laughs.
It is here that I learned I liked to laugh and liked making people laugh. That launched me into a life time of telling my "little tales" to my friends and family. And, here I am today telling these stories to you.