What Brought This On?

LIFE LESSONS OF A STUTTERER

Well, we all know who a stutterer is. Or should I say a stammerer? Contrary to normal belief, we originate from the same place you all do, our mothers' wombs. And no, we committed no sin to drink from The Great Chalice of Stammer.

So it is with a not-so-conflicted heart and eons of hurt that I belch out all the foul-smelling lessons I took in for the years that I have lived so far. And yes, I have taken in a lot. A human's capacity to take in all sorts of things time and again is really astonishing. But what do you know? That capacity isn't bottomless.

There reaches that tipping point when the corseted belly has to go back up. When a blocked outlet has to burst open. When enough is enough. Yeah, we ineloquent beings get tired of the obvious and unobvious sidelining.

What brought on this rant? You may ask.

Simple answer: Men and women alike. The superficial lot of them. The ones who understand you more than you understand yourself. The ones who don't have the patience to talk or listen to a more-than-broken-record. The ones who give you charitable smiles with a look of pity looking from their eyes. The plain-speaking mean boys and girls whose only countenance from primary school and high school is differentiated with an older face and working wear. The rest of their insides remain rotten and selfish to the core.

I mean, where did your humanity go to? To that bottomless pit of narcissism, ego, and your stomach. I know that the world we live in is a rat race (to those who think that they must compete with anything and anyone). But hey! Take a breather. Life and the capacity to have dreams is an endowment we all have. My Father (God) didn't differentiate between the handicaps of some sort from the normal.

Boy or girl! I didn't know that I would end up here knocking your medulla oblongata so that you get my point.

And being not new to this, I will end this acceptance speech of sorts here (Don't want to end up like Sisyphus). There is a reason why some people are used as examples. And I won't be a statistic.

So here's my main point. The lessons I have learned from stuttering.

And yes. I can imagine some reactions to this, but who cares? Judge away. After all, I am following in Christ's footsteps. The only difference is that he was a speaker. For me, speech failed, I now wield my trusted ally, ink, to pen down my utterances.

Here we go.

My Penned Utterances: Lessons of a Stutterer.