“If I can reach ONE person and make a difference by sharing my story, this will be a success.” I told my husband after hearing my episode of the She Explores Podcast.
“Contact Form” as a subject line is a hit or miss situation. Sometimes it’s spam, sometimes it is magic. Yesterday was magic. I didn’t anticipate sobbing hysterically after reading an email from a podcast listener, but yesterday that happened.
Here’s the opening line of the email (names and locations changed to protect my new BFF):
“My name’s Amanda. I live in Illinois. And today, while listening to your episode of She Explores and browsing the chip aisle, I had to run out of the grocery store because I started bawling.”
My heart rate increased, my Fear started talking. In my head I was thinking: Surely the next line is about how horrible I am, that I deserved to be assaulted, and that I should die.
Reluctantly, cautiously, I kept reading. “I feel like I was meant to hear your story at this point in my life, although I usually don’t believe in that sort of thing. So I want to tell you my story.”
🔮 STOP RIGHT THERE, BELIEVE THE MAGIC! 🔮
We are all connected, we are all way more alike than we are different. Shit, just look at the statistics that affect my life:
According to the CDC more than 1 in 3 Americans is pre-diabetic. I have something in common with 1/3 of this country.
According to RAINN, every 98 seconds, someone is sexually assaulted in this country. Every 98 seconds, there is another human suffering the worst moment of their life. How can we sleep at night knowing this?
I’m sharing this because I love hearing other people’s stories, and I hope that if you feel called, you’ll share yours with me. I find endless inspiration in the human spirit and our resilience in times of complete chaos. I love exploring through conversation to see how we are connected.
Today is going to be a hard day for survivors and their support systems. Please please PLEASE take care of yourself.
And also, GOATS MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER!
Click the video below to hear the most joyous sound of my life: goats and bells in the fjords of Norway.
It can really help when all you’ve been hearing is how awful everything is.