True confessions. I have had a low tolerance level for schmaltz. In the past, it has taken very little sentimentality for me to label something as schmaltzy and either dismiss it or even upon occasion have such an aversion to it that I would feel like yelling, " Just shut up!" at the song or movie or feel-good poster touting messages of maudlin, mushy encouragement i.e. Have a nice day! or Hang in there! or Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.
Yesterday afternoon while organizing a cupboard (therapy) i was listening to a Spotify-created "made for you" playlist (not one I had personally made). Imagine my confusion when I heard what is perhaps the slushiest song of all time begin playing! Chosen for me? I think not!. But being too pre-occupied to hit the skip button, I let it roll on. When you walk through a storm Hold your head up high And don't be afraid of the dark. At the end of a storm There's a golden sky And the sweet silver song of a lark. Walk on through the wind. Walk on through the rain, Though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on With hope in your heart And you'll never walk alone! You'll never walk alone. Walk on, walk on With hope in your heart And you'll never walk alone! You'll never walk alone. What the heck? What was happening? Instead of gagging or rolling my eyes, I started to cry. Cancer does weird things to one.
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Linda
9/26/2018 05:06:30 pm
The horror of sentimentality (I have it too) was a gift from Mom and our New England upbringing. I've been thinking of late that I at least may have taken it too far.
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Melissa Lane
10/18/2018 04:14:09 pm
Walk on!
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Kate
11/3/2018 06:03:46 am
Perhaps that song was meant for you to hear. Maybe not your pick or choice, but maybe a seed planted by God to encourage you to walk on and that with Him you never walk alone. Praying that God gives you the courage and strength that you need each day to get better. Love to you Aunt Elizabeth.
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Note from ElizabethAlthough I am determinedly declaring that I will not allow being a cancer patient to define me, I recognize that in truth, for the next several months, it will in many ways do just that, This blog, Fighting with the Wind, is where my medical updates, philosophical musings, humorous anecdotes, heart-warming stories, spiritual contemplations, angry rantings, and joyous celebrations can be found. Archives
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