{"id":211,"date":"2019-01-24T20:45:20","date_gmt":"2019-01-24T20:45:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jbowrites.com\/blog\/?p=211"},"modified":"2019-01-24T20:45:20","modified_gmt":"2019-01-24T20:45:20","slug":"when-a-fault-maybe-isnt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jbowrites.com\/blog\/2019\/01\/24\/when-a-fault-maybe-isnt\/","title":{"rendered":"When a Fault Maybe Isn\u2019t"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"Body\">\u201cJennifer reads too many library books\u201d wasn\u2019t the only comment my elementary school teachers regularly wrote on my report cards. The other was \u201cJennifer talks too much.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"Body\">I absorbed these comments as failures. But, through the intervening years when these comments resurfaced, I gradually decided what they wrote was not what they meant. One can never read too many library books since reading itself teaches us. Surely, they meant I should give homework more attention.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Body\">I\u2019ve also changed my interpretation of \u201ctalking too much.\u201d Probably they meant I talked when I should have listened. That&#8217;s probably still true. But, I\u2019ve decided talking is a personality trait, not a failure.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Body\">This understanding came long after the little girl became an adult, and it came from another teacher. When my father died, a professor from my first year in college commented on my propensity to speak up, to challenge thought in class. He said it told him I had been raised in a family that allowed discussion, allowed me to speak even when it disagreed with them. And he saw that as a good thing. What a gift! (I\u2019m sure he understood back then the vast enlightenment 18-year-olds possessed! He also understood sharing this enlightenment was a way for me to grow.)<\/p>\n<p class=\"Body\">I began considering that \u201ctalking too much\u201d could be okay, even useful, perhaps. I have friends and family who are not open about their lives. That\u2019s okay for them. They have a right to be who they are. But I have embraced the belief that I can be myself, and part of that is being open about my life.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Body\">There\u2019s a downside. I joke that sometimes I say things that never go through my brain on their way out my mouth. I\u2019m afraid I may&#8211;and do&#8211;inadvertently hurt someone if I\u2019m careless. I am trying to always think before I speak.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Body\">Given all this, I still had to think through how much I wanted to talk about my recent diagnosis of Stage 1 breast cancer. It was caught early, the outlook is positive and I am well aware of how very fortunate I am. Others have been affected so much more than I. So, no real drama here other than it is the Big C.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Body\">I decided to talk.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Body\">Every woman I meet may hate me because I am going to ask if she\u2019s had her yearly mammogram. So far my early and informal statistics reveal about a half dozen women have reported they\u2019ve gotten a mammogram because I asked. Several others have acknowledged they need to get one.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Body\">Most recently, a young mother stopped by my house, helping her daughter with a door-to-door project. We chatted as we stood on the porch, and I asked her.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Body\">She hesitated and then said, \u201cI think I was supposed to be here today. I got my reminder letter six months ago and set it aside. I\u2019m calling for an appointment Monday.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"Body\">I rest my case.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cJennifer reads too many library books\u201d wasn\u2019t the only comment my elementary school teachers regularly wrote on my report cards. The other was \u201cJennifer talks too much.\u201d I absorbed these comments as failures. But, through the intervening years when these comments resurfaced, I gradually decided what they wrote was not what they meant. 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