For those who are unsure whether TEDxRamallah was really worth the hype, I have yet another blog post based on things I heard there. Those who attended will likely find that I’m not really blogging about the speakers directly. I may even have “missed their point” as it were. But, what happened (and usually does) is that they brought to mind an idea. They rather inspired a blog post. I found the entire experience so enriching that I’m actually quite bummed that missed the registration for TEDxDead Sea.
Today is another of these expired by, if unrelated, TEDx posts. As one of the speakers was talking, I was taken by the idea that each of us has a story. Most of us fell, as I do, that our story isn’t really that interesting. After all, we’re ordinary sorts, just like everyone else. But, if I think about some of the stories that particularly moved me, they were about rather ordinary people as well. Stories like Anne of Green Gables, The Secret Garden, Up a Road Slowly. Each of these is about someone with whom I could identify. Each one of the key characters is pretty ordinary. These are not Madame Curie types. They aren’t Mother Theresa. They’re just people… living their lives.
The sad reality is that most of us never tell our story. I don’t mean most of us never get up on a TEDx stage and talk about our story. I mean, most of us only reveal our story to our friends in bits and pieces. The things that formed us and made us who were are vignettes, little snapshots in time. They are much like the snapshots of 1000 other people. They aren’t particularly inspiring or out-of-the-ordinary. But how they combine makes us who were are. Through my blog, I let readers glimpse small parts of my story. They get a sense of who I am and what makes me tick. But even I don’t really tell my story. One of these days I’ll write it all down. Maybe one of these days I’ll talk it all out. How about you? What’s your story and how are you going to share it?