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Monday, February 20, 2012

How music helped me get over the fear of public speaking

So, when I was very young (probably from the ages of 7-14) I went to a Southern Baptist church. Being raised Southern Baptist was... an experience. At any rate, this post isn't about religion.

At the church that I went to there was a VERY elderly woman with an absolutely incredible singing voice. She knew I liked hearing her sing a particular hymn, and I'd sometimes as her if she'd sing it for me. With a wink and a grin she'd say "I'll sing a solo if you sing a solo for me first."

The first few times this didn't work, but eventually I did it. Then she asked me to help her get to the front so she'd take my arm and we'd walk, very slowly, up to the front of the church. I helped her up the stairs to the pulpit, got her a microphone, and she sang this hymn... and even though I'm no longer religious her singing this hymn is still the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. (And it's a beautiful hymn as it is, and she just KILLED it.)

I wish I had a recording of her,
we'll have to make due with Johnny Cash.

And years later I realized what she did- because of her making me sing a song for her first I can sing in front of a crowded gymnasium, a church congregation, I can speak in front of a college classroom, in front of a news camera (that's a hell of a story in and of itself) with out fear. I have no fear of public speaking. Zero. And it's all because of the kind old woman who made me sing for her before she'd sing for me.

14 comments:

  1. I uh, I wish I'd had an old woman like that help me out. That's an awesome story.

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  2. It's great when we can attribute our strong points to strong people in our past.

    Welcome back, good to have you around again.

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  3. Public speaking is daunting, I was best man at my brothers wedding and practised my speech until nothing could wrong.

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  4. Truly touching, I bet that old lady had plenty of amazing lessons to teach.

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  5. Some people can be quite amazing! She definitely seems like on of them!

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  6. Pretty good hymn there. I'm glad you had someone who did that for you too.

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  7. If only I had someone like that

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  8. That's such a sweet story. ^_^ I have no clue why, but I love certain gospel songs. Particularly Amazing Grace. It just kind of...resonates with something in me.

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  9. I'm also now interested in hearing you sing. :p

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  10. I need to meet someone like that person.

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  11. The church I went to was Methodist (moderate views but boring) so I had to learn public speaking in high school classes.

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  12. That's interesting to know, using music to get over a fear.

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