My Latest Adversity

A few months ago I was asked to speak at a stake single adult fireside. The topic was Humor and Adversity. Given that my single biggest challenge at present is my failing voice, I thought the request was humorous, but I acquiesced.

This week the lady in charge e-mailed me and said I would have about 40 minutes. Yeah, you might want to have the brownies ready a little early; I’ll be fortunate to go ten. It would be held in the same room as my Sunday school classes, and I’d have the same little microphone, but in class I am pretty liberal assigning parts to be read. Could I do that in this setting? It might be untraditional but I might have to.

I prepared my talk as best as I could and tried not to worry too much about the actual speaking part. However, I did write it out and printed it with a large font and a lot of page breaks so that I could hand off parts of it if necessary. I liked the talk, and felt guided on several occasions while preparing it.

The finished product was about 3,000 words, or about 20 minutes. I was very worried about delivery. This afternoon Kara said, “It’ll be fine; you’re not as hard to hear as you think.” That was kind of her but I don’t think she understands how hard it is for me to say anything; to say nothing of giving a 20-minute discourse. As I’ve mentioned before, it isn’t just the vocal cords; it’s my throat, my soft palate, my whole mouth just stops responding when fatigued.

I was very concerned about the whole ordeal. As I was driving to the church I had the distinct impression not to be so concerned, this wasn’t about me and my vocal challenge. I would have enough voice, and enough composure to get the message to the person that needed it. Just do my best, use others if I needed to, but this was about getting the lesson taught in that setting, not necessarily about the speaker. That was a relief.

So, how did it go? Pretty much as expected. I was strained, but audible. Two members of the Stake Presidency were seated on the front row and I did ask them to come up and read a few things for me, likely earning me a reprieve from future stake speaking assignments. At about 25 minutes my mouth revolted so I skipped the last section and closed. I think I had made my point.  I was starting to slur words. You know the “I say these things…” ending? I think I said it with like seven syllables. Maybe six.

I’ll post the talk itself later. I called it "Crawling through Pages." (Keep in mind that I think it reads much better than it sounded!)