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Bethany Bell's avatar

I passed by a woman at work in the halls today. By my terrible estimates, she was mid 40s. She was quietly singing a version of a spiritual song and it was so calming. As she passed, I found myself thinking “I hope she doesn’t ever stop.” Take license that I was thinking that towards you today, too ❤️

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Well, while I never embarrassed my kids by singing in the supermarket (though I've embarrassed them infinite times), singing was my thing all of my life, until years of second-hand smoke did a number on my lungs--or so a pulmonologist told me when I asked him why I could no longer sing.

Singing was my dream, too, and I thought I was pretty good at it, but I had a second problem: My throat closed tight and wouldn't release whenever I tried to sing in front of a crowd. I had perfect pitch and a pretty good range until I thought there might be an audience. Then they both abandoned me.

It may be why I became a writer. I could do it without having to face real people in real time. LOL.

I loved this, Nicci. And I love that you still feel the need to sing your heart out!

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