SpokenWord

Every life has a story to tell. Though you will find that my story is not my own, for I am the lasting legacy of those who have inspired me, who influenced me, of those who spoke into my life, and those who loved me. My story is of those who have lived life, for my strength comes from those before me and beside me. You will find that my words are not my own for they hold truth and impart wisdom from other voices that have been woven and spun into the voice of which I speak. I am the legacy of those who have taught me, and am the voice of so many others who have not yet been heard. My story is not about me, it's about the path that I have traveled that has led me to other people and their stories that have changed my life. So to know me, you have to know those that I love and the ones that are my heroes for they make me... ME.

May132009

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I remember the day my eyes truly opened. It was the moment the blinding sun hit my eyes and forced me to shut them tightly against the bright and burning pain.Standing on the rickety dock, swaying from side to side, with the roaring ocean at my back, I stared out at the huts made of sticks. Hesitant. Unsure. Purpose filled. The bare footsteps imprinted upon the soil smothered the dirt. I looked before me and placed one foot in front of the other, leaving my own imprint upon the ground of Kuna Yala, meaning Rat Island.

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