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Winner of the June “My Gutsy Story” contest

July 12, 2012 by Sonia Marsh

Congratulations to all four writers this month. You each shared your inspiring “My Gutsy Story.”

Madeline Sharples
Madeline Sharples came in 1st place and is the winner for the June 2012 contest. Congratulations Madeline.
Madeline Sharples
Sonia Marsh Says: Madeline’s story was one of courage and determination after the tragic loss of her son. 

 

Jeffrey Crimmel

 

Jeffrey Crimmel came in 2nd place

 

Jeffrey Crimmel

Sonia Marsh Says: Jeffrey, you send us a very important lesson: we are only visitors in another country and have to respect their traditions and not attempt to impose our own.

 

Marla Cerise
Marla Cerise came in third place.
Marla Cerise
Sonia Marsh Says: You amaze me with your strength to continue, after all the tragedies you’ve been through. I am grateful that you found a wonderful man, Will, to take care of you and your sons.
Doug Edwards
Doug Edwards from Australia, has an amazing story about how he was determined to change his life from the young age of eleven. He knew he wanted to live in Australia when he was a small kid and made his dream come true.
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You are all WINNERS, with such amazing writing and stories to share. Thank you for participating, and to all VOTERS for taking part.

Our WINNER Madeline Sharples, gets to select his prize from our new list of SPONSORS,

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Do you have a “My Gutsy Story” you’d like to share?

To submit your own, “My Gutsy Story” you can find all the information, and our sponsors on the “My Gutsy Story” contest page. (VIDEO) Submission guidelines here.

Two June stories are up. So far we have Bob Lowry  “My Gutsy Story” and Sherrey Meyer’s “My Gutsy Story.”

I hope you enjoy the “My Gutsy Story” series and share with others through the links below. Perhaps you’d like to submit your own. Thanks.

 

“My Gutsy Story” by Sherrey Meyer

July 9, 2012 by Sonia Marsh

MAMA AND HER ARSENAL

 

To say my family was dysfunctional is a mild use of the word.  My father was raised in an orphanage where little affection was demonstrated, so he was tentative with his affections.  Mother was Scotch-Irish and full of spit and vinegar.  Mama was incapable of disciplining in moderation or controlling her temper.  Fear was a required ingredient in punishments meted out, as well as threats of physical contact and verbal abuse.

Memories come floating back often, but remembering her threats of suicide ranks high on the list.  When at her angriest, Mama threatened to kill herself if we didn’t comply with her demands.

Measuring up in our world wasn’t to see how much we had grown in height; it was to gauge our responsiveness to Mama’s demands and expectations.  A report card with less than all A’s and just one B was never good enough.

“Is this the best you could do?  You want to appear stupid?  This card could prove that! ”

A sense of being loved because you were her child was never felt.  Self-worth was a casualty of her battles to be a mother.

Therefore, not all my decisions were good ones.  I married young to escape life with Mama.  Unfortunately, I married her counterpart.  After five years and a child, life was less than tolerable.  I yanked up my courage and left, but went back to my parents’ home allowing Mama to resume her domineering role.

During this time of single parenting, a trusted employer and friend helped me to look forward rather than back.  He understood the inner workings of my home life, and often counseled me much like a father would.

The one thing I took away from this friendship was the knowledge that somewhere there was someone who would love me just for me.  After years of trying to please and measure up, this sounded impossible.

After eight years of single motherhood and hard work, I met someone.  Someone with gentleness much like that of my father.  He too had experienced a failed marriage and between us, we had stories to tell.

When we announced plans to marry, we were met with Mama’s rage.  Although 34 years old, I still had no more worth than when I was a child.

Sherrey Meyer’s mom on Amherst

Mama fought to stop our marriage.  Angrily she argued, “How can you possibly think of marrying this man?  He’s been married and has two children!”

“Mama, I’ve been married, divorced, and have a child myself.  What’s the difference?”

“Don’t sass me!  You think you’re smart because you went to college.  I have more life experience, and you’re not taking my grandson into the mess you are creating.”

I quickly rebounded.  “I suppose you forget that I am a child of a blended marriage.  You and daddy were both married before.  You had a son; he had two daughters.  Show me the difference now!”

My words were like a spark held to a pilot light.  Her emerald green eyes blazed, and her jaw locked in determination.  I didn’t care this time.  I had had enough.

I knew exactly what was coming.  Mama pulled out the old and often used “I’ll kill myself if you don’t do as I say” routine.  No matter how often used, it was still frightening but by now I should have known it was an idle threat.  Still my heart pounded.  My palms grew sweaty.

I walked into the kitchen and found her there with a butcher knife in her hand, pointed at her chest.  Mama yelled, “You can’t do this to me.  If you do, I’ll kill myself!”

Now was the time to let her know I was her equal and my life was mine to live.  I took a bold step to show that I was not going to be cowed by her threats.

“Go ahead,” I said calmly.

“You can’t mean that.  I’m your mother.  You’re supposed to love me enough to stop me.”

Her emerald green eyes flashed with vile anger and a vicious desire to control.  Did she not realize loving her wasn’t easy?

“And you’re supposed to love me.  But I’m not sure you’ve ever thought about it.”

She inched the knife closer to her body as if ready to end her life.  But I could see her fear as I felt my own.  I thought to myself, “No more scrabbling for love.  No more control like this.  Understand?  No more!”

Chief among my fears was that my son would climb out of bed and find us in this standoff.  I didn’t want him to witness such a scene.  Quietly, I took small steps toward her as you’d approach a wild animal.

“Mama, you don’t want to do this.  You can’t be willing to give up everything and not see your grandchildren grow up.”

At this Mama began to cry.  Slowly, I removed the knife from her hand and breathed a sigh of relief.  Her cries turned into sobs.

I felt a power I’d never felt before, but I was afraid it wouldn’t last.  I placed my arms around Mama’s shoulders and held her until she calmed enough to turn in for the night.

Foolishly, I thought perhaps there was a change in the wind.  But change isn’t easy.  There would be more threats, more attempts to forestall our marriage.  And as long as she could get a reaction from me, Mama would continue on as life had always been.

Two years after we married a job change took us to Oregon, putting 2200 miles between Mama and me.  Distance made it difficult for her to use physical threats.  However, her verbal assaults continued over the phone.  With time and the compassion of my loving husband, I understood this was her problem and not mine.

Sherrey Meyer and her husband

I believe that bold step in the kitchen decades ago and seizing my life for my husband, son and me provided the different vision of who I could be as I looked into my soul.

Sherrey Meyer Bio:

A retired legal secretary, Sherrey Meyer grew tired of drafting and revising pleadings and legal documents.  She had always dreamed of writing something else, anything else!  Once she retired she couldn’t stay away from the computer, and so she began to write.  Among her projects is a memoir of her “life with mama,” an intriguing Southern tale of matriarchal power and control displayed in verbal and emotional abuse.  Sherrey is married and lives with husband Bob in Milwaukie, OR.  They have three grown children, four grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren.  Their tuxedo cat, Maggie, rules the roost.

You can reach Sherrey Meyer on her websites:  Not Just A Name and Letters to Mama; or Tweet her @Sherrey_Meyer, or connect with her on Facebook. Sherrey is also on LinkedIn.

Sonia Marsh Says:

I cannot imagine how you must have felt growing up with the psychological games and threats of suicide by your mother. Did your father try ever try to stop her from this harmful behavior? Thankfully you met a wonderful man and stood up for yourself. How sad that she didn’t change after that one “gutsy” life-changing  incident. Thank you Sherrey for opening up and sharing the ugly followed by the good in your life.

Please leave your comments for Sherrey below. She will be over to respond. Thanks.

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VOTE for your favorite June  “My Gutsy Story.” The voting ends on July 11th.  The winner will be announced on July 12th. Winner gets to pick their prize from our 14 sponsors.

Please share these wonderful “My Gutsy Story” series with others on Twitter and other links below. I am grateful to all of you.  Thanks, Sonia.

“My Gutsy Story” by Bob Lowry

July 2, 2012 by Sonia Marsh

What started as a terrifying failure ended up being a defining moment in the life of my family. The decisions my wife and I made at that time of high stress affected everything that followed.

In 1982 our young family was living in Salt Lake City. Our home overlooked the Great Salt Lake, with its flaming red and orange sunsets and storm clouds roaring in from the west. We felt comfortable living here. Unfortunately, things at work were not going as well. I was employed by the broadcasting company owned by the Mormon Church. That wasn’t the problem; it was my inability to work well in a large corporate structure that kept getting me in hot water.

After finally admitting to myself it was time to find a different job, I accepted a position to run a new research company for a small but growing broadcasting company located in Tucson, Arizona. I would have a major say in the success of the research division and the growth of this company. The challenge was exciting and the lure of no more snow was powerful.

From the first day things began to fall apart. One of the key people I had hired changed his mind and decided to immediately go into competition with us. The grand plans to build a major broadcasting group faltered and quickly crashed. By this point a fair amount of money and time had been invested in the research division. But, without the radio stations it served little purpose. So, five months after moving to town I was fired.

Suddenly I was faced with every breadwinner’s nightmare: two very young children and wife, a new house in a new city far from any family, and absolutely no source of income. Since we had just moved from Salt Lake a good chunk of our savings had been spent on the move and all that entails. The job I left behind was no longer available.

After a week or so of panic, I settled on the only logical thing I knew how to do: start my own consulting business. I developed a budget for all the printed materials, a business phone line, post office box, and marketing expenses. Then I began making the rounds of graphic design businesses, copy shops, and office supply stores to figure out what I had to do to produce business cards, stationery, proposal booklets, and all that goes with a new endeavor. Since this waswell before personal computers and the Internet, I was completely dependent on others to come up with a logo and package that looked professional. The total costs were substantial and bit even more deeply into our dwindling savings.

Next were calls all of the people I had ever worked for to let them know I was now on my own. I sent letters (there was no e-mail) on my expensive new stationery and followed up with more phone calls. I poured over a 500 page directory that listed every radio station in the country. I picked those I thought might consider giving me a chance and made almost daily trips to the post office with stacks of proposals and plenty of prayers.

Weeks, then months passed with no positive response. This had to work. We couldn’t afford to move and we couldn’t afford to stay without a steady income. We had decided early on my wife would be a stay-at-home mom with the kids and changing that would be a desperation move.  I remember quite clearly that first year we pledged to not go to the shopping mall. The temptation to spend money we didn’t have was too great. We didn’t go out to dinner for that year either, choosing to stay home and consume lost of macaroni and cheese and casseroles.

Finally, two small radio stations responded. The amount of income wasn’t enough for much more than our monthly food budget, but at least there was a positive response. I redoubled my mailings and calling. Every time a radio station was mentioned in one of the trade newspapers I’d send a note to the manager hoping to raise my visibility. Slowly, a few other stations became clients, partly due to my experience but maybe more so because of the bargain- basement rates I charged.

Almost a year to the day after losing my job, a major radio station in a large east coast city called and asked me to meet with them and make a personal pitch. Scared out of my wits and knowing that this was the one break needed to save the life my family was trying to build, I flew east and met the executives. By the end of the next week, I had their signature on a contract. While still not nearly enough income to cover all our expenses that station’s hiring began to open the doors.

Within the next year, the business began to show a small profit. A few years later I was handling over thirty radio clients and had become one of the better-known figures in the radio consulting business. Eventually I consulted over 200 radio stations. Things were going well enough that I could retire in 2001 at age 52 and began to enjoy my satisfying retirement.

When I think back to the loss of that job and being faced with the greatest challenge of my young married life, the reason for success was simple: I had no Plan B. I was trained to do nothing else. I had a family depending on me to make something work. I also had a wife who believed in me and kept telling me it would happen while mending the kids clothes for the umpteenth time and getting hand-me-downs from others to keep herself clothed.

The lessons learned were ones I used in every area of my life from that day forward: belief in myself, perseverance, support from my family, and a strong faith in God. A dash of luck and being in the right place at the right time didn’t hurt either.

 

Bob Lowry Bio: is the founder of the #1 blog for Satisfying Retirement information

Building a Satisfying Retirement e-book now available from Amazon: click here
Also included in new book “65 Things To Do When Your Retire”
As featured in Money Magazine, on CNNMoney.com and PBS’s Next Avenue web site
Please join Bob Lowry on Twitter   and Facebook and Google+
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Sonia Marsh Says: What a remarkable story of how perseverance and staying “Gutsy” paid off. The first statement that I copied from your story is one that resonates with many people, and reminded me of  Chris Guillebeau and his following of people wanting to escape the “Cubicle” world.

“it was my inability to work well in a large corporate structure that kept getting me in hot water.”

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 Do you have a “My Gutsy Story” you’d like to share?

To submit your own, “My Gutsy Story” you can find all the information, and our sponsors on the “My Gutsy Story” contest page. (VIDEO) Submission guidelines here.

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The next VOTING for your favorite June  “My Gutsy Story” started on Thursday June 28th, and ends on July 11th.  The winner will be announced on July 12th. Winner gets to pick their prize from our 14 sponsors.

Please share these wonderful “My Gutsy Story” series with others on Twitter and other links below. I am grateful to all of you.  Thanks, Sonia.

Vote for your favorite June “My Gutsy Story”

June 28, 2012 by Sonia Marsh

 

It’s time to vote for one of your 4 favorite “My Gutsy Stories”, and once again, they are all fantastic.

From June 28th until July 11th midnight, PST, you can vote for your favorite June 2012, “My Gutsy Story.”

To VOTE, please go to the poll on the right  side of this post. You will find it on the sidebar listing the names of all 4 “My Gutsy Story,” authors.

Here are the 4 stories. Only ONE vote per person.

June 4th:

First of all we had Doug Edwards with his story about how he decided to change his life at age eleven.

Doug Edwards

June 11th:

Marla Cerise

Marla Cerise went through many tragedies in her life and how she was able to survive them.

June 18th:

Jeffrey Crimmel

Jeffrey Crimmel

Jeffrey Crimmel shares his important message: “We are only visitors in another country and have to respect their traditions and not attempt to impose our own. ”

June 25th:

Madeline Sharples

 

Madeline Sharples

Madeline hopes that her story will inspire others to find ways to survive their own tragic experiences.

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“My Gutsy Story” by Madeline Sharples

June 25, 2012 by Sonia Marsh

 

When my older son Paul died by suicide in 1999 after a seven-year battle with bipolar disorder, I knew I had to find ways to keep myself busy and productive or else I would wallow away in my grief. At the time of his death I was writing grant proposals for a homeless shelter, but I found too many reminders working from my home office. The solution, I thought, was to work outside my home.

After two false starts at part-time jobs outside – writing grant proposals for our local free clinic and managing capital campaigns as a fundraising consultant – I decided the way for me to live with the death of my older son was to get rehired by the aerospace company I retired from in the mid-1990s where I had worked off and on since the mid 1960s. When a job opening came up in January 2003, I jumped at it and was hired.

My job was to help my company produce proposals, a huge document or set of documents, meant to persuade the government to hire us to do their needed work. The job was challenging, meaningful, and very stressful – all necessary to keeping my mind so occupied with other things I would have no time to grieve. Each proposal project had a defined beginning, middle, and end so it gave me the opportunity to work with ever-changing proposal teams. I thrived on that socialization, the respect others had for my work, and the challenges of training engineers how to write in English.

Meeting stringent deadlines made me stronger, and keeping my mind on the job stopped me from dwelling on my loss. Plus, I gained skills in setting goals, organizing work and the people I worked with, and managing to a deadline – all skills necessary to my writing career now.

But I kept feeling the draw of creative writing. I had studied journalism in high school and college, I had taken many writing classes and workshops, and by 2009, I was already shopping a memoir I had written (in my “spare” time) about the death of our son and how our family survived. So I started to think about retiring from my day job again. Except I kept hesitating. I was afraid to take that step. I was afraid I would fall apart without my full-time job crutch.

Even though I asked myself: why was I doing my company’s work – of taking men and women back to the moon? Why should I do this work instead of working on my own writing projects? Why was I sabotaging my creativity and healing? I rationalized that I needed the structure, the socialization, and the money. I rationalized that I wouldn’t do well working from home again – alone. But it was none of those. I just plain refused to find out if I could live and survive on my own and as the full-time writer I so longed to be.

Well, I finally did retire, but it took me until April 2010, to do it. When I look back at all those years of indecision, I realize I just couldn’t make the final decision until I was good and ready. Until I felt comfortable enough with myself. Until I stopped carrying around the grief and sorrow.

And the timing was perfect.

Two months after I retired I got a publishing contract for my memoir Leaving the Hall Light On: A Mother’s Memoir of Living with Her Son’s Bipolar Disorder and Surviving His Suicide that I had been pitching for over two years. Almost immediately I was knee-deep in revising my book and getting it ready for publication and getting more and more involved with the social networking necessary to publicize my book. Best of all, after my book was published, I was able to move on to the career I’ve wanted to have since I was a teenager: as a journalist and creative writer.

I like to think that Paul’s death gave me the gift of this new career and a new mission in life. I created a book with the goal of helping others who have experienced a loss like mine; I am working as a web journalist for several online sites that deal with survival, healthy living, and being a vibrant over 60-year old; I’m busy writing a novel, and I discovered my most important work of all: helping to erase the stigma of mental illness and prevent suicide with the hope of saving lives. If my writing helps attain that mission, it will all be worth it.

Madeline Sharples Bio:

Madeline Sharples studied journalism in high school and college and wrote for the high school newspaper, but only started to fulfill her dream to work as a creative writer and journalist late in life. In the meantime she worked most of her professional life as a technical writer and editor, grant writer, and proposal manager. She sold real estate for ten years while her boys were growing up, and instead of creative writing, she took creative detours into drawing and painting, sewing, quilting, and needlepoint.

Released in hardback in 2011, her memoir, Leaving the Hall Light On: A Mother’s Memoir of Living with Her Son’s Bipolar Disorder and Surviving His Suicide, will be available through Dream of Things in paperback and eBook editions in July.

It tells the steps she took in living with the loss of her oldest son, first and foremost that she chose to live and take care of herself as a woman, wife, mother, and writer. She hopes that her story will inspire others to find ways to survive their own tragic experiences.

She also co-authored Blue-Collar Women: Trailblazing Women Take on Men-Only Jobs (New Horizon Press, 1994), co-edited the poetry anthology, The Great American Poetry Show, Volumes 1 and 2, and wrote the poems for two photography books, The Emerging Goddess and Intimacy (Paul Blieden, photographer). Her poems have also appeared online and in print magazines. Madeline’s articles also appear regularly in the Huffington Post, Naturally Savvy, PsychAlive, and Open to Hope. She also posts at her blogs, Choices and at Red Room.

She is currently writing an historical fiction book, but her main mission is raising awareness, educating, and erasing the stigma of mental illness and suicide, through her writing and volunteer work, in the hopes of saving lives.

You can purchase her memoir at Red Room or Amazon.

MADELINE’S BOOK TRAILER:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5TMOVHAmSlc

Become a Facebook fan of Madeline Sharples (for book news and writing tidbits)

Her two blogs are: http://madeline40.blogspot.com/ and http://www.redroom.com/member/madeline40

Visit her website, and Tweet her@madeline40

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Sonia Marsh Says: Madeline, I don’t know where to begin with my praise for you, your courage and your determination. The way you chose to handle your grief by immersing yourself in your work, is probably the best way to handle such a tragic loss as that of a child.

On a lighter note, I’m envious of the skills you have:

“Plus, I gained skills in setting goals, organizing work and the people I worked with, and managing to a deadline – all skills necessary to my writing career now.”

I’m finding it so difficult to keep organized, and almost wish I had help to handle the paperwork and filing, so I could keep up with what I enjoy most: meeting people, networking  and connecting. Any advice would be appreciated.

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 Do you have a “My Gutsy Story” you’d like to share?

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The next VOTING for your favorite June  “My Gutsy Story” starts on Thursday June 28th, until July 11th.  The winner will be announced on July 12th. Winner gets to pick their prize from our 14 sponsors.

Please share these wonderful “My Gutsy Story” series with others on Twitter and other links below, if you care to spread their work.

Thank you.

 

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