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It's Your Story...


It's your story.  Tell it.

Life is one giant narrative.  A story.  A complete book of precious literature containing our history, letters, poetry, songs, dreams and lessons to learn.

Our stories bind us to our past and to our future.  Shape our relationships, communication and our work.  Mold our children and our legacy.  Stories bring healing, restoration, hope and unity in our humanity.  Hope. Courage.  Character.  Values and Beliefs are passed from generation to generation tying the ages together in one delicate web.

Our story is etched in deeply grooved lines within our very souls.  Told by our countenance, our words and our actions.

From our youngest to our oldest...we have stories that need to be told.  Each person around us longs for us to take the time to ask questions and listen.  To sincerely want and desire to know us through our stores.  To know that our lives will live on in the memories of others and in the fabric of humanity.

My work at my temporary job at the lake visitor center and as a Service Coordinator provides the perfect platform to get to know amazing people and hear just a few of their stories.  

"Can I have a park pass?" leads to so much more then a simple transaction of economy.  Simply being happy to see people visit and share the joy of a vacation, an adventure, turmoil or challenge gives me the privilege of holding the stories of others' lives.

From the little two year old blond haired boy to the single grey haired road warrior.  The wealthy to the tattered.  The broken and the victorious.

The toddlers who excitedly tell their parents over and over about the "ish" swimming high above him in the aquarium or squealing at the life sized bald eagle.  "He has 'frow' up all over it," one child exclaimed while looking at the shiny rocks around the bird.

The older couple who shared a story of family vacations years ago or the man who caught the big one.  A grieving couple and a wounded vet.  

One question opens doors.  "So what do you do in...whatever town or place?" or "what brings you here?" or ask about the family reunion and the tradition of their families and their countries.

It is simple.  It is free.  It is revolutionary.  Tell a story.  Ask for a story.  Braid time and experiences into a dynamic living road for others to follow.


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