Thursday, December 20, 2012

Cassy's Corner- The Power of Words

Before I begin, I'd like to thank each of you for your patience with my absence. I've had some personal and family concerns to be managed. My more than wonderful friends who share this blog have generously covered for me. Today I offer an encore post from 2010 with some modifications to make it current. I wish for each of you a peaceful and loving holiday full of grace and hope.

My daughter sent me a posting from one of her fellow medical students. This was a few years ago; she is now a resident, but the sentiment still holds. It had me thinking. The blog post had to do with how he (the doctor colleague) was learning about power- the power of a diagnosis, the power of a prescription, the power of trust that comes from patients putting their lives in someone else's hands. But, the turning point of his post comes when he describes a phone call. A simple phone call in which he receives a request by one of his patients. The man is dying of cancer. A fact the doctor knows well. What the doctor didn't know was that the man's son had just been deployed to Afghanistan. The man had phoned to ask if there was anything the doctor could do. With a few carefully crafted words, family leave was granted and the son flew to the west coast to be with his father.

The doctor writing this post is young. a year or so older than my own daughter- possibly younger than the soldier. By the words he chose to describe the story, he was overwhelmed with his personal ability to create change for this one family.

We have the same strength. Our words can scare, set off tears, evoke love and hope, wrap those near up in blankets of security. They are our tools as well as our weapons. It is how we choose to use them that counts.

I am again and again struck by how rich it feels to put a book down that has totally engrossed me. How much I love to think about the characters who have shared my evening. How much they actually do create a change in my mood or my thoughts. Powerful stuff.

We do that every day. We race our fingers across the keyboard or across the printed page allowing stories to jump out about values, dreams, hopes and danger. We save people and we kill off many. But, our messages are usually the same- individuals do make a difference. The small single person can roar like a lion. We are, each of us, truly important.

May your holiday be the special one you wish for and deserve. Do not stop roaring.


Kari Lee Townsend said...

Have a wonderful holiday and may the new year bring you so many new opportunities :-)

Jacqueline Seewald said...

Wishing you good health and happiness in the coming year and many fine mysteries to read and write.

Liz Lipperman said...

Welcome back, Cassy. You were missed. Hope this Christmas bring you tranquility and much happiness.