I understand that God made who I am. I have adapted to my body, but it is disturbing to understand my drooling Drooling like a baby annoys me. You can think what you want, but I want to be honest with you. It is ok if I feel like this because I’m not dwelling on this. Like anyone else, I have a pity party and then move on because I realize God made me in His image.
I want to share what I found when I was researching my new book to help you understand what caused my drooling. Some people with Cerebral Palsy drool because brain damage affects the muscles and coordination needed to control saliva, leading to difficulty swallowing or poor mouth closure, causing saliva to overflow from the mouth or pool in the throat. It's usually a problem with control, not overproduction of saliva, stemming from weak tongue/lip muscles, poor posture, or reduced sensation, which impairs the normal swallowing reflex.
There are two types of drooling. Anterior Drooling: Saliva spills from the mouth, causing social embarrassment and skin irritation. And posterior drooling: Saliva pools in the throat, increasing the risk of choking or aspiration pneumonia (saliva entering the lungs).
I drool on EVERYTHING! I can't handle anything without my drool on it. I don't like to touch anything that is not mine. I would buy things than borrow things. I feel awful when I drool on people.
For some reason, I don’t feel I’m drooling until I feel it on my chin. It gets so awkward when people tell me to wipe my chin, but it helps me from acting like a baby. Dad used to get on me, and I told him I just couldn’t control it. No, my dad wasn’t mean. He always supported me and wanted me to do my best. He just wanted me to control my drooling. I know drooling is not what I want to see, so I understand why people don’t like it.
During the cold, my chin will get red and hurt. I prefer not to cover my face in cold weather, as it can result in moisture accumulation from drooling, which may cause my clothing to become damp. I use ChapStick when I think about it.
When I was in vocational rehab, my teacher suggested that wearing a wristband would help to wipe my chin. I love that idea and I have been wearing one ever since. I experimented with colored wristbands to coordinate with my outfits, but my chin would always get irritated whenever I wore them. Because of this, I now only use white wristbands.
There are medications to control drooling, but I want to see better than have a dry chin. I had tried medicine twice, and both times, I had blurred vision. From what I understand, the medication dries out all the saliva in your body, which leads to problems. It controlled my drooling, but I had trouble working on the computer and reading. It’s discouraging when my drool flows like a fountain, and I want to try another medicine, but I know it might irritate my eyes.
I get so embarrassed when I choke over my saliva. At home when I feel a cough, I have to give it my all to clean my throat. It sounds like I’m dying, but it is the only way I can get rid of it. If I can’t, I will cough for a while. When I try to hide my cough in public, it only gets worse. I keep a towel in my wheelchair when I’m in church. In church, when I felt a cough, I used to point at my parents’ pocket for Werther’s coffee candy. Now I’m keeping some in my church’s bag. I don’t know why that candy doesn’t scare me in my mouth like other hard candy does.
With CP, my lungs are weak too. I never had my lungs explained to me until I saw a doctor for a prescription for a talker. When he treated me as a normal person, I told Dad that I wanted to change doctors. The doctor wanted me to get a flu shot, but I said no. He explained how Cerebral Palsy people’s lungs are not strong enough to manage the flu. He even told me he would have to put me in the hospital if I got the flu or pneumonia. Right then, I will take any shot that is recommended. I don’t know why he scared me with my lungs, but it worked. When COVID shots came out, I couldn’t understand why disable people couldn’t get it with the seniors.
I really don’t protect myself. I know I should, but I love people too much. To me, germs are everywhere. I wore masks when it was requested. I try to touch nothing in the doctor’s office. I get my shots when they are due.
I got off of my subject, but I cough when things go down wrong. I normally manage my food ok. If I drink too fast, I will get strangled. What mortified me the most is my cough can just pop out. I have no warning!! It seems I can’t feel a cough coming on, and I don’t have time to cover my mouth. People have been washed by me.
Monday, March 16, 2026
Wednesday, March 11, 2026
Different Ways to Communicate
Mom said I have different sounds. She knew the difference between my laughing from my hurting. My parents used to know most things what I was saying but not all the time. With Mom, I used to air spell letters, and she wrote it down to see what I was saying.
If people are patient with me, I can talk on the phone. How? I don’t know, but my parents said that they could understand me over the phone better than in person. Few people let me use my talker to speak on the phone. Yes, it takes some time, but they are not bothered by it.
When I go to a doctor, I will type everything and print it out for them so it will go faster than having to explain things on the spot. I tend to feel anxious and worry about wasting time when I have to explain things spontaneously.
In elementary school, I used multiple communication methods. I can remember they had a machine that was the size of an iPhone. It was like a label maker because I printed what I said on tiny strip of paper. I had a touch talker. It was the size like a family Bible and weight that much. I could only speak one sentence. It had a keyguard so I could press one button at a time. It had a cool layout. It had the alphabet like a keyboard, and it had pictures on the layout that had words programmed in it. For example, I can hit HOME + verb = "home". Or HOME + NOUR = "house". I could programmed phases. For example, NAME + NAME + NAME = "Hi. My name is Carol Hocutt. It is nice to meet you".
In high school, I received a Liberator with a keyguard, which was an upgrade from touch talker. It still like a family Bible and weighted the same. Both machines were difficult to carry since they weighed 10 pounds, but being able to communicate was valuable.
In 2008, I got my Pathfinder machine with a keyguard. To me, it was the best machine. It was lighter in weight compared to the Liberator. It was similar to a laptop. The screen was in LED, which was helpful to read. I could turn it on and off quickly.
Once, we were going somewhere, and we put the Pathfinder on the floor beside me because I used it all the time. I was grabbing my cup and dropped it. Before I knew it, tea went everywhere on my talker. We couldn’t fix it with the company help, so Dad had to ship it to them. They got everything working and clean. I was so upset because I had to do without it, and plus I had a party for my Voc Rehab’ friend without my talker.
My Pathfinder gave out in 2014 and I was devastated! The LED was so dim I couldn't see the screen. It seemed it was my right hand for everything. I talked more to people, taught Sunday School, spoke at the nursing home and gave my speeches on it.
Then my last two machines were Accent 1000 without a keyguard. They are the size of an IPad. I liked my first Accent 1000, but I missed my Pathfinder due to a few issues. The device featured a dedicated screen displaying icons and a separate screen for the keyboard. It got me typing much slower. With my other talkers, I could hit two keys, it went to keyboard automatic. It got confusing until I learned to go to a different screen. The icons and keyboard were so small that I accidentally pressed two buttons at the same time. I finally found a way to make the keyboard larger, and that helped me some, but I still needed a keyguard to feel comfortable talking with others. I emailed SC consultant from Prentke Romich Company (PRC), and she finally found a keyguard. It was a lifesaver. My other problem was that my talker freezes up while I was using it. PRC didn’t understand it, so we had to ship it to be testing. Of course, nothing was wrong. After a while I noticed when I drooled on it, it would freeze. I still got upset, but I tried to tell people to hold on until I reboot it. When people didn’t seem interested, I didn’t try to write it again. When I used to go and speak, I would tell them I would raise my hand if it froze and give me a minute to start back.
In 2020, I was qualified to get another talker, and I was over the hill. But PRC didn’t have a new machine, I had to get another Accent 1000. Although this machine is relatively satisfactory in its performance, it currently remains stored in my closet. I have fewer people to talk to now, so I express myself by typing on my phone. If I use my Accent 1000, I have to spell more because I can’t think fast to remember all of the icons like I used too. I’m faster on my phone than with my talker now. I know, it sad how I don’t practice on Accent, but I can’t talk to myself. Besides, my phone is always with me.
When I got email, it opened my communication to a world where I could talk to people. It felt so wonderful to have conversation with my friends and express myself.
When texting and iPhone came out, I was ecstatic. Texting is my source to reach people. I can check on people. When we were going to the nursing home each month, a girl and I sat beside each other in the truck, and we texted. That was the only way she could understand me. That helped me because I have been texting people that are near me to tell them something. Yes, it is rude, but texting is my voice. I use iPhone notes mostly to communicate. I can have a note ready, or I can type when they are talking to me.
If people are patient with me, I can talk on the phone. How? I don’t know, but my parents said that they could understand me over the phone better than in person. Few people let me use my talker to speak on the phone. Yes, it takes some time, but they are not bothered by it.
When I go to a doctor, I will type everything and print it out for them so it will go faster than having to explain things on the spot. I tend to feel anxious and worry about wasting time when I have to explain things spontaneously.
In elementary school, I used multiple communication methods. I can remember they had a machine that was the size of an iPhone. It was like a label maker because I printed what I said on tiny strip of paper. I had a touch talker. It was the size like a family Bible and weight that much. I could only speak one sentence. It had a keyguard so I could press one button at a time. It had a cool layout. It had the alphabet like a keyboard, and it had pictures on the layout that had words programmed in it. For example, I can hit HOME + verb = "home". Or HOME + NOUR = "house". I could programmed phases. For example, NAME + NAME + NAME = "Hi. My name is Carol Hocutt. It is nice to meet you".
In high school, I received a Liberator with a keyguard, which was an upgrade from touch talker. It still like a family Bible and weighted the same. Both machines were difficult to carry since they weighed 10 pounds, but being able to communicate was valuable.
In 2008, I got my Pathfinder machine with a keyguard. To me, it was the best machine. It was lighter in weight compared to the Liberator. It was similar to a laptop. The screen was in LED, which was helpful to read. I could turn it on and off quickly.
Once, we were going somewhere, and we put the Pathfinder on the floor beside me because I used it all the time. I was grabbing my cup and dropped it. Before I knew it, tea went everywhere on my talker. We couldn’t fix it with the company help, so Dad had to ship it to them. They got everything working and clean. I was so upset because I had to do without it, and plus I had a party for my Voc Rehab’ friend without my talker.
My Pathfinder gave out in 2014 and I was devastated! The LED was so dim I couldn't see the screen. It seemed it was my right hand for everything. I talked more to people, taught Sunday School, spoke at the nursing home and gave my speeches on it.
Then my last two machines were Accent 1000 without a keyguard. They are the size of an IPad. I liked my first Accent 1000, but I missed my Pathfinder due to a few issues. The device featured a dedicated screen displaying icons and a separate screen for the keyboard. It got me typing much slower. With my other talkers, I could hit two keys, it went to keyboard automatic. It got confusing until I learned to go to a different screen. The icons and keyboard were so small that I accidentally pressed two buttons at the same time. I finally found a way to make the keyboard larger, and that helped me some, but I still needed a keyguard to feel comfortable talking with others. I emailed SC consultant from Prentke Romich Company (PRC), and she finally found a keyguard. It was a lifesaver. My other problem was that my talker freezes up while I was using it. PRC didn’t understand it, so we had to ship it to be testing. Of course, nothing was wrong. After a while I noticed when I drooled on it, it would freeze. I still got upset, but I tried to tell people to hold on until I reboot it. When people didn’t seem interested, I didn’t try to write it again. When I used to go and speak, I would tell them I would raise my hand if it froze and give me a minute to start back.
In 2020, I was qualified to get another talker, and I was over the hill. But PRC didn’t have a new machine, I had to get another Accent 1000. Although this machine is relatively satisfactory in its performance, it currently remains stored in my closet. I have fewer people to talk to now, so I express myself by typing on my phone. If I use my Accent 1000, I have to spell more because I can’t think fast to remember all of the icons like I used too. I’m faster on my phone than with my talker now. I know, it sad how I don’t practice on Accent, but I can’t talk to myself. Besides, my phone is always with me.
When I got email, it opened my communication to a world where I could talk to people. It felt so wonderful to have conversation with my friends and express myself.
When texting and iPhone came out, I was ecstatic. Texting is my source to reach people. I can check on people. When we were going to the nursing home each month, a girl and I sat beside each other in the truck, and we texted. That was the only way she could understand me. That helped me because I have been texting people that are near me to tell them something. Yes, it is rude, but texting is my voice. I use iPhone notes mostly to communicate. I can have a note ready, or I can type when they are talking to me.
Tuesday, March 10, 2026
Not having a physical voice
Not having a physical voice can be a blessing, since I often wish to express my thoughts immediately. If I spoke openly, I'd likely have enemies because I'm honest. When I'm writing what I want to say, I have time to think about my words than letting the words flow out of my mouth.
Let me share why my voice has been affected by CP. Not everybody with CP has voice issues. Here's why some of voices are impact CP. CP prevents speech primarily due to dysarthria, a motor speech disorder from brain damage affecting muscles for breathing, voice, and mouth control (lips, tongue, vocal cords), making speech slurred, slow, or impossible; also, some individuals have co-occurring language disorders like apraxia (difficulty forming sounds) or cognitive issues, and hearing loss can also play a role, all stemming from the initial brain injury affecting motor planning and control.
Like I said, communication is hard for me, but people will try to work with me until I get my point across. People are surprised when they can understand me when they stay around me for a while. It amazed me when they said, “I can understand you!"
Yes, I get upset, and I don’t like people to see me like that. It is very hard to control myself when I have said something ten times in my mind, but it won’t come out right. If people don’t understand me, and I need help, I’ll let my body language speak. I will try to point out what I’m saying or grab people to take them to show them what I’m trying to say. If I see somebody needs, I yell and point.
Mom said I have different sounds. She knew the difference between laughing from hurting. My parents used to know most things what I was saying but not all the time. With Mom, I used to air spell letters, and she wrote it down to see what I was saying. My parents said that they could understand me over the phone better than in person.
When I go to a doctor, I will type everything and print it out for them so it will go faster than having to explain things on the spot. I tend to feel anxious and worry about wasting time when I have to explain things spontaneously.
Let me share why my voice has been affected by CP. Not everybody with CP has voice issues. Here's why some of voices are impact CP. CP prevents speech primarily due to dysarthria, a motor speech disorder from brain damage affecting muscles for breathing, voice, and mouth control (lips, tongue, vocal cords), making speech slurred, slow, or impossible; also, some individuals have co-occurring language disorders like apraxia (difficulty forming sounds) or cognitive issues, and hearing loss can also play a role, all stemming from the initial brain injury affecting motor planning and control.
Like I said, communication is hard for me, but people will try to work with me until I get my point across. People are surprised when they can understand me when they stay around me for a while. It amazed me when they said, “I can understand you!"
Yes, I get upset, and I don’t like people to see me like that. It is very hard to control myself when I have said something ten times in my mind, but it won’t come out right. If people don’t understand me, and I need help, I’ll let my body language speak. I will try to point out what I’m saying or grab people to take them to show them what I’m trying to say. If I see somebody needs, I yell and point.
Mom said I have different sounds. She knew the difference between laughing from hurting. My parents used to know most things what I was saying but not all the time. With Mom, I used to air spell letters, and she wrote it down to see what I was saying. My parents said that they could understand me over the phone better than in person.
When I go to a doctor, I will type everything and print it out for them so it will go faster than having to explain things on the spot. I tend to feel anxious and worry about wasting time when I have to explain things spontaneously.
Thursday, March 27, 2025
Sociable
My parents and I always were out doing something. Like I said in a post, my parents firmly believed taking me with them anywhere. Dad worked at a golf course and then a volunteer member of a fire department. I went to daycare and public school. So, when we went out, everybody talked with us. To me, when I went out, I felt normal and saw friends.
When I was little, I was not so outgoing as I’m today. When I went to Voc Rehab, I changed so much. Going there made me be me. I guess you could say my apron strings got cut. My parents weren’t so overprotected, but I didn’t know how it felt to be my own person. No, I didn’t go out partying, but I became me without my parents watching over me and tried to learn how to live a Christian life.
Voc Rehab helped me so much, but Rob taught me how I needed to act as a human being and stopped letting people only see my disability. Today I still hear him saying, “Stop letting people run over you. They need to see you like I do.” He picked at me hard, and I learned to pick back hard. I always blamed him for my meanness. Of course, he denied it.
But seriously, I always love being around people especially who see me, and not my disability. I learned to jokes and talked with people when I can. Making people smile made me felt happy.
Leaving SC was really hard for me because I loved seeing people that I knew and loved. Since I have been in NC, I have met friends when we go out. My family has been here supporting me.
I went with my cousins on a beach trip once. I felt free! We had so much fun. They took me to the beach and rented a beach wheelchair so I could get into the ocean.
My cousin took me to the lake once, and we stayed for a week. We hung out with her friends. I felt like one of the girls. We went shopping.
When the fire department has Bingo night, I ask my cousin to take me. It is awesome to hang out with my family and meet the town people.
My church is amazing. We cut up, but when it is time to get serious, joking is put aside and focus on God. My church is small, but I enjoy everything about it.
When I was little, I was not so outgoing as I’m today. When I went to Voc Rehab, I changed so much. Going there made me be me. I guess you could say my apron strings got cut. My parents weren’t so overprotected, but I didn’t know how it felt to be my own person. No, I didn’t go out partying, but I became me without my parents watching over me and tried to learn how to live a Christian life.
Voc Rehab helped me so much, but Rob taught me how I needed to act as a human being and stopped letting people only see my disability. Today I still hear him saying, “Stop letting people run over you. They need to see you like I do.” He picked at me hard, and I learned to pick back hard. I always blamed him for my meanness. Of course, he denied it.
But seriously, I always love being around people especially who see me, and not my disability. I learned to jokes and talked with people when I can. Making people smile made me felt happy.
Leaving SC was really hard for me because I loved seeing people that I knew and loved. Since I have been in NC, I have met friends when we go out. My family has been here supporting me.
I went with my cousins on a beach trip once. I felt free! We had so much fun. They took me to the beach and rented a beach wheelchair so I could get into the ocean.
My cousin took me to the lake once, and we stayed for a week. We hung out with her friends. I felt like one of the girls. We went shopping.
When the fire department has Bingo night, I ask my cousin to take me. It is awesome to hang out with my family and meet the town people.
My church is amazing. We cut up, but when it is time to get serious, joking is put aside and focus on God. My church is small, but I enjoy everything about it.
Saturday, March 30, 2024
A Messy Eater
Another thing I would like to share is that I’m a messy eater. I try to eat clean, but my hands and my mouth have mind on their own. I can’t get a spoon or a fork up to my mouth right. I guess you can say they go the wrong way in my mouth, but I can feed myself. My drooling doesn’t help, especially with I’m eating soup.
Mom and Dad used to feed me up until they got sick. I fed myself, but when they saw I needed help, they grabbed my spoon. When we had Sloppy Joe or anything I ate with my hands, they would help me. I don’t know why I can eat peanut butter and jelly sandwich by myself.
Grabbing soft things and eating them with my hands is really messy. My brother asked me once why I don’t buy Little Debbie now. I said it was just too much work. I have to get a plate, spoon, open the cake and then eat. When Mom was alive, she fed me snacks. I loved mini Resees, and I would bring her 5, and she fed me. I would do that to anything we had. People may call me a baby, but I would eat faster if somebody fed me. Am I proud of it? NOO! I feed myself now. I won’t ask anybody for help unless I need help cutting my food. If we have a family gathering, my cousin got to a point saying, “OK, Carol, let me feed you.” She knows I will feed myself without asking for help.
With my hands, I can eat cookies and candy by myself. The quick snack I eat mostly is dark MM’s because I pour them into a cup and pour them into my mouth.
If I go somewhere with finger food, I will pick what I know I can handle and not messy.
I use a spoon mostly. When we have just pizza or anything I don’t chase around, I use a folk. Using a fork and spoon takes up too much time, so I go with a spoon for everything. When I finish, you can see the food is mixed together. I can’t get a certain item on my spoon without the food going everywhere on my plate.
It seems some of the food goes onto the table and on the floor. I tried to clean it, but I can’t pick things up in a napkin.
Over the years, I have tried many cups to use. I can’t hold a cup. When I was little, my parents gave me something to drink when I asked for it, they put a towel under my chin and held a cup to my mouth. I used a straw in school and at the golf course. Then we found cool cups with a lid, and I could pour it into my mouth from that straw. I chew straws, so hard ones don't work for me. It seems if I don’t bite it, I don’t get anything. Well, Voc Rehab thought that it was a baby cup, so I found cups with a lid and handle, but they stopped selling those cups, or I needed a cup holder for those big cups. Then I found tumbler cups with a handle, and I have been using them for years. We take my cup everywhere. Yes, we forget my cup sometimes, but we ask for a paper cup with a lid. Using no bend straw is tough, but I can use them.
Mom and Dad used to feed me up until they got sick. I fed myself, but when they saw I needed help, they grabbed my spoon. When we had Sloppy Joe or anything I ate with my hands, they would help me. I don’t know why I can eat peanut butter and jelly sandwich by myself.
Grabbing soft things and eating them with my hands is really messy. My brother asked me once why I don’t buy Little Debbie now. I said it was just too much work. I have to get a plate, spoon, open the cake and then eat. When Mom was alive, she fed me snacks. I loved mini Resees, and I would bring her 5, and she fed me. I would do that to anything we had. People may call me a baby, but I would eat faster if somebody fed me. Am I proud of it? NOO! I feed myself now. I won’t ask anybody for help unless I need help cutting my food. If we have a family gathering, my cousin got to a point saying, “OK, Carol, let me feed you.” She knows I will feed myself without asking for help.
With my hands, I can eat cookies and candy by myself. The quick snack I eat mostly is dark MM’s because I pour them into a cup and pour them into my mouth.
If I go somewhere with finger food, I will pick what I know I can handle and not messy.
I use a spoon mostly. When we have just pizza or anything I don’t chase around, I use a folk. Using a fork and spoon takes up too much time, so I go with a spoon for everything. When I finish, you can see the food is mixed together. I can’t get a certain item on my spoon without the food going everywhere on my plate.
It seems some of the food goes onto the table and on the floor. I tried to clean it, but I can’t pick things up in a napkin.
Over the years, I have tried many cups to use. I can’t hold a cup. When I was little, my parents gave me something to drink when I asked for it, they put a towel under my chin and held a cup to my mouth. I used a straw in school and at the golf course. Then we found cool cups with a lid, and I could pour it into my mouth from that straw. I chew straws, so hard ones don't work for me. It seems if I don’t bite it, I don’t get anything. Well, Voc Rehab thought that it was a baby cup, so I found cups with a lid and handle, but they stopped selling those cups, or I needed a cup holder for those big cups. Then I found tumbler cups with a handle, and I have been using them for years. We take my cup everywhere. Yes, we forget my cup sometimes, but we ask for a paper cup with a lid. Using no bend straw is tough, but I can use them.
Thursday, March 28, 2024
My writing
In 2014, the Lord led me to write monthly lessons and newsletters. God moved in a mysterious way because I didn’t enjoyed writing. Writing almost cost me my high school diploma. I went to ATECH, and Mrs. Wood taught me how to love writing. Do I trust my grammar? No, but I’m enjoying what God leads me.
I have been focusing on the lessons and the newsletters since we moved to NC. But this year. I have put writing monthly lesson on hold unless God lay it on my heart to start back. Each month, I put out a lesson that I wrote in the past. I’m keeping doing my newsletters.
People are always impressed by what I write and ask me how I come up with a subject, and I always point upward. I want God to use me, and He guides me everything I do. Yes, I struggle a lot. It is frustrated when I can’t think how I want to set my lesson, but when I find the right things, it brings me chills because I know that it is from God. My subjects come from songs, preaching, people’s talk, or how I feel on a certain topic. But if I write on my topic, I put God in the center, and use much more Scripture. I can write a lesson in two days, but mostly, it takes 2 weeks or more. It depends on what is going, or the speed I have. I let a person edit my lesson first before I put it on my blogger.
I write quarterly newsletters. I used to do updates on my business, but I don’t go places now, so I update on my life. I will describe how I came up with my lessons each quarter. I add holidays for the quarter. I have a prayer list. I also put inspired words in there. I email the newsletters to those who receive my weekly encouraging words, I also mail them with three lessons who don’t have Internet or request them by mail. If you would like to join my list, please email me at InspiredByGodbiz@gmail.com.
I have been focusing on the lessons and the newsletters since we moved to NC. But this year. I have put writing monthly lesson on hold unless God lay it on my heart to start back. Each month, I put out a lesson that I wrote in the past. I’m keeping doing my newsletters.
People are always impressed by what I write and ask me how I come up with a subject, and I always point upward. I want God to use me, and He guides me everything I do. Yes, I struggle a lot. It is frustrated when I can’t think how I want to set my lesson, but when I find the right things, it brings me chills because I know that it is from God. My subjects come from songs, preaching, people’s talk, or how I feel on a certain topic. But if I write on my topic, I put God in the center, and use much more Scripture. I can write a lesson in two days, but mostly, it takes 2 weeks or more. It depends on what is going, or the speed I have. I let a person edit my lesson first before I put it on my blogger.
I write quarterly newsletters. I used to do updates on my business, but I don’t go places now, so I update on my life. I will describe how I came up with my lessons each quarter. I add holidays for the quarter. I have a prayer list. I also put inspired words in there. I email the newsletters to those who receive my weekly encouraging words, I also mail them with three lessons who don’t have Internet or request them by mail. If you would like to join my list, please email me at InspiredByGodbiz@gmail.com.
Wednesday, March 27, 2024
Being a speaker
After I didn’t pass the job’s test for Blue Cross, my new counselor thought about what Dad told him with the heat press and ran with it. He said that I could give speeches and sell shirts and hats. I thought that it was crazy. I couldn’t do that. I didn’t want to talk about myself!!!! But Patrick pushed me like no other counselor, and Dad was even on board. I gave in, but I told Patrick that I wanted God to be the center on my business. I put everything else on hold to work on a new business’ name and write my first speech. I had a business name, but I changed it Inspired By God.
I like to let somebody edited my things since I started writing lessons and put them online in 2009. I didn’t write every month at first. If I had to give a speech, I had written it on the computer and then I had to type it in my talker. Yes, it was more work until I found out how to transfer my writing to the talker onto a flash driver. The first speech I gave was at my church, Harmony, and the Director of Missionary came. I thought I would be afraid being in front of people, but it seemed like God was right there with me. Yes, I hit the wrong icons, but I hit speak off, turn it back on and keep going. After I spoke, I would let people ask me questions. Afterward, I sat at my table with things I was selling. I told Dad my table didn’t need to be in the church’s sanctuary. The Directory of Missionary came up to me and said that he wanted to speak at the pastors and wives retreat at the beach. I was in shock. Dad said yes when I looked at it. My town supported me, and one church asked me three times, almost fourth, but it was only time we could go to NC. I regretted that too because I enjoyed my time there. The farther I had been to speak was in Cross, SC. My last speaking engagement was 2017. I really enjoyed speaking, but I’m not a pushy person who pushes things on people, and I didn’t push my parents too much.
When my church went to a nursing home, I spoke every other month.
I like to let somebody edited my things since I started writing lessons and put them online in 2009. I didn’t write every month at first. If I had to give a speech, I had written it on the computer and then I had to type it in my talker. Yes, it was more work until I found out how to transfer my writing to the talker onto a flash driver. The first speech I gave was at my church, Harmony, and the Director of Missionary came. I thought I would be afraid being in front of people, but it seemed like God was right there with me. Yes, I hit the wrong icons, but I hit speak off, turn it back on and keep going. After I spoke, I would let people ask me questions. Afterward, I sat at my table with things I was selling. I told Dad my table didn’t need to be in the church’s sanctuary. The Directory of Missionary came up to me and said that he wanted to speak at the pastors and wives retreat at the beach. I was in shock. Dad said yes when I looked at it. My town supported me, and one church asked me three times, almost fourth, but it was only time we could go to NC. I regretted that too because I enjoyed my time there. The farther I had been to speak was in Cross, SC. My last speaking engagement was 2017. I really enjoyed speaking, but I’m not a pushy person who pushes things on people, and I didn’t push my parents too much.
When my church went to a nursing home, I spoke every other month.
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