I have a Poem.

“Sometimes we just need to say what is in our hearts.”

Title ” I have a poem.”

” Some say My Body, My Choice.

Then comes coupling, obscuring the voice.

One heartbeat, then there are two,

One must die, who will choose.

Little voices screaming in my head,

You can’t be here, you are dead.

Bits and pieces on the floor.

How can you stand all that gore.

My Body, My Choice.

Can’t you hear its tiny voice.”

By kb

“Oprah Winfrey: Where is Oprah?”

Hello, this Kris, welcome to my Blog Cast.  Today I want to title this.

“ Oprah Winfrey: Where Are You?”

Today’s topic is powerful people. Who would you name as one of the most powerful people in the world?  What name comes to mind when you hear those words?

When I think of powerful people the first person that comes to my mind is not a leader of any country. Not our president. Not some diplomat.

It is Oprah Winfrey. We all know that Oprah is one of the most influential women alive.  She survived a hard childhood to become one of the most powerful women in the known world.

I could give your lots of statistics about her standing in the world. About her wealth, but I will not.  Let us agree to agree that she is number one.

And there lies my problem.  How can I reach a person that is so far above me that I am like a piece of sand on the beach somewhere?

I have a story to tell. I have had many stories to tell. I have tried numerous times to reach out to Oprah to no avail.

I have searched many of the websites that list how you can get in contact with famous people, but all they want is your money to join their club, with no guarantee that you will really contact the person of your dreams.

I want to reach out to people like Oprah because they have the power to help me get my story heard. I have several stories to tell, and I do not know how to reach the people that need to hear the stories.

Endless journey

How do you reach someone who is unreachable? How can I have a moment of their time when there are so many others reaching out and grasping as well.

I admit that I feel bad that I am grasping at straws, invading their space, excuse me, trying to invade their space, when they have a right to live their life in peace.

But I think with power comes the responsibility to acknowledge the little guy.  I believe with the wealth, fame, and the comfort of their life they should have an open mind. and a kind heart toward others who are struggling.

Let me stop here and shout it out to the world that Oprah has done amazing things for many people. I would never want to take that away from her. I applaud her.  If there was one person alive that I would like to be like, it would be Oprah.  

I am not a conceited person. I am not a guru of any kind. I am just a woman of 70 who has survived many things in her lifetime, who wants to share her journey with others, in order that it might lighten their load as they make their journey.

I have sent out books. I have sent out emails. I have looked at websites galore trying to find a way to reach out to Oprah, and others of her level of esteem to ask for their help, and in return all I have heard is silence.

Long ago I reached out to Oprah when I was first diagnosed with breast cancer.  I had just quit my job of 21 years to go back to school to get my nursing degree.  I left a great job, with great health insurance, to become a student with terrible health insurance, struggling to support a 16-year-old son, while going through chemotherapy and radiation.

During this time, I was working, going to school, being bombarded with toxins, and trying to survive to reach my goal of becoming a nurse. I reached out to Oprah, and I reached out to Ellen, we all know Ellen, with the hope that they might want to hear my story. That they might want to follow my journey and see if I survived.  In reality I was hoping for divine intervention as I was scared to death.

I had no idea when I first started my cancer treatments if I would survive. If I would finish my journey and become a nurse.

Well, I have survived, and I want to tell that story and reach others in  the hope that I may help them.

Into the silence came silence.  I never heard back from Oprah or Ellen.   I never received any acknowledgement that my plea was heard.

It was heartbreaking to not hear from these two wonderful women. I felt like I did not matter. I felt sad that neither of them felt my story was important enough for them to hear.  I felt degraded because I had knocked at their door, and no one heard me knocking.

Many years later I wrote my book on surviving breast cancer, titled  Screw Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Take Action Now. The New Mantra. The Controversial Rantings of a Breast Cancer Survivor.

I wrote my book with the desire to encourage others to take action rather than wait and see as I did. I listened to all the health care providers as they told me “ let’s watch, let’s wait.” 

I listened to the breast specialist as she told me it was “nothing, nothing, go to school.”   Sadly, I have known many others who have died from cancer while they were “watching and waiting.”

My book is small. Less than 120 pages, an afternoon read, but it has a very powerful message.

The book has been available on Amazon for almost a year. I still send out emails to television stations, newscasters, and others. I have sent out copies to nursing schools and media giants hoping they will see value in my book only to receive back empty silence.

It is heartbreaking to be caught in this void of emptiness. It brings tears to my eyes that nobody feels my story is worth their time.

Well, I have another story.  A new story.  One that has lay hidden for sixty-two years.  It is a nightmare that has haunted me my whole life.  It is a story that others need to hear.  It is a truth that needs to reach others so they can tell their stories.

Would you like to know the name of the ghost who has haunted me my whole life?  Would you like to know who the monster was that caused endless nightmares for years?  Who the person was who left his little daughter with her heart filled with sadness for all of her days? 

That ghost is my father as he molested me when I was eight and a half years old.  That story has lay hidden, not to be revealed, until I wrote my book “Shattered Trust A story of Incest.”  Both of my books are available on Amazon.

After writing my book on my breast cancer experience and continuing to be haunted by the waves of sadness that slammed into me at the oddest times.  I decided that I would write my story in the hope of releasing the demons that haunted me.  I had not decided to release the story in book format, but once I had written the words, I felt I needed to share the story. 

Again, I have reached out to Oprah many times trying to find someone who is able to share with her or suggest to her stories that she might find noteworthy. Again, all I hear is silence. 

I need help in reaching others.  I am an unknown.  I am a speck of sand in this great big world of the internet.  Help me reach her so that she can hear the stories, and perhaps be willing to share my stories with others.

Both stories are of survival although I never thought of myself as a survivor until I wrote my books. 

One of the statistics that I found states that every 9 minutes a child somewhere in this country is being molested by someone they know and trust, possibly someone they love.  

Every 9 minutes somewhere in this country a child is being molested by someone they know and love. But I say those statistics are wrong because we know that most cases of incest and rape go unreported.  Most victims do not tell their stories. Most cannot bear the telling of it.

I have decided it is time for my story to come out even though it has been sixty-two years (this summer) since the incest happened.

No one can tell another when to release their story.  Recovery takes as long as it takes.

So, I want to ask, where is Oprah?  How can I reach out to her? Who can open that magic door and let me inside?  Will she ever be reachable in an unreachable world?

I am sending this out into the clouds hoping that someone will be able to help me share this story. If there is anyone who has an ear to the grapevine or a door to the garden of hope. Please help me.

I am not a Prince or Princess. I am not a famous newscaster. There are no stars surrounding my image.  I am just someone with a story to tell who hopes to help others release their stories to the world as well.  Stories that may put our demons to rest.

I have this blog and there is a contact page for anyone who wants to reach me. I would love for someone to reach out and tell me how to talk with Oprah.  How can I send her my books and get my stories into her hands?  May the walls of silence crumble and fall so that a gateway will open to the magic that is Oprah.

It is hard for me to ask people for help.  I do not usually reach out to others.  I like to pretend that I am strong and able. But today I am asking for help. I am going to send this blog piece out into the clouds once again. Out into the empty space. I hope it will travel through the universe hitting its target.

One thing you may not have noticed about me in reading my blog is that I always try to look on the bright side of things. I always lean towards looking at our blessings.

And for today I am going to say that if you have something that you want to share, if you have a dream then reach out as well, do not let fear stand in your way. The one thing that we can all do is try, try to get our story told. Try to make our dreams come true.

Do not let fear get in the way. Do not let life stop you. Do not become saddened by the silence that may greet you, but continue to tell your story so that somewhere the echo may be heard. Maybe someone will hear your voice.

And I will end this as I always end, with my heartiest wish that you may have a great day today, because you and I  BOTH deserve it. And thank you for listening.