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Take Survey (previous) (next) 2006-04-24 - 6:08 a.m. It hit me out of the blue. From left field, no less. I wish it had come from right field because seems that left field gets all the glory and how fair is that? But it did take me off guard. Completely. For my Fundamentals of Speech Communication, one of my assignments was to record myself doing an oral interpretative reading. The specifics of the assignment were to use voice inflection, pitch, tone, and so forth. Being dramatic was required. I knew *instantly* what literary piece that I wanted to use for this assignment. All I had to do was see if it was available online for me to print out and read. I did a little searching and within 5 minutes, VOILA! the piece was found. I hadn't read this aloud in many, many years and I decided that before I recorded myself on DVD, it might be a good idea to practice a time or two. I called Ben and asked him if he minded listening to me practice. He was happy to oblige. He had never heard this piece before (he was extremely deprived as a child; his mother hated---and still does---to read and thererfore it wasn't until age 12 that Ben was able to read himself.... no, just kidding! His mom really didn't enjoy reading and so Ben is not wise in children's literature) and so he was eager to hear all about it. I began to read aloud to him over the phone. I was only into the second stanza when my eyes welled with tears, my voice began to quiver and a knot formed in my throat. I was shocked! Through my wavering voice, I tried to explain to Ben that I couldn't believe this was happening to me. He was laughing; not at me but at the situation. I took a deep breath and started again where I had left off. And once again, tears became a river streaming down my face and my voice cracked and trembled. I could barely speak. Forming the next few words and sentences were painstakingly difficult, but I pressed on. I still was in awe that a simple children's poem could turn me into a puddle of dripping goo in under 60 seconds. I don't think race cars can accelerate that quickly! Fortunately, after the 3rd dry run I wiped away the tears, breathed deeply, and composed myself well enough to make the recording without allowing myself to go all mushy and gooey. And so, without further delay here is the piece that can turn Mich�le into a sopping, wet noodle of a human being in under 60 seconds: Once there was a tree.... And the tree was often alone. But the boy stayed away for a long time.... And then one day the boy came back But the boy stayed away for a long time. And when he came back, "I don�t need very much now," said the boy. ---The Giving Tree, Shel Silverstein Until next time...peace, love & HEALTH!!!
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