The breath factor

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Honestly I’ve spent many years of my life hearing  people repeat one particular word to me. . “What?” Followed by a frustrated, “I didn’t hear a you!”

While I was growing up the philosophy that children were best seen and not heard was still a “thing”.  Plus, being a preacher's kid, who could get a word in edgewise...lol!

Then there was the “breath factor”. Yes, now this is serious. Once I was getting ready to sing for a performance and my father told me that my breath smelled really bad. So, I asked him for a mint. Get this... he said,” no, that will teach you to buy mints when we’re at the store.” Well, no...it really didn’t. What it did do was make me very self conscious about projecting my voice. So, when I was in front of a microphone singing and nobody could smell my breath “Super woman” voice came out. Get me in a closed space and “twinkle toes” emerged.  It was a thing!

Well in the past few months, as I’ve taken you along my journey I have noticed something wonderful. I haven’t had anyone ask me to repeat myself, unless the phone line was bad. That’s whether in person or on the phone! That’s never happened.

You know what else? Nobody has told me that my breath stinks! It turns out, “It’s not a thing!” Wow!

We all make mistakes. Nobody has or will be the perfect parent. No blame, just a reminder .. be careful to always give your children breath mints when they are in public or it may be years before anyone ever hears them again!

Good night everybody!

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