Thank you everyone who showed up last Thursday and made it such a special show. There were so many touching stories that night that I ended up listening to some of then again tonight as I was writing this.

One of our new regulars, Rich, started the show with a sweet story about getting an unexpected hug from one of his jazz heroes, Roland Kirk, years ago in a little bar in San Francisco. It was a wonderful reminder that sometimes our heros are just as nice as we think they are.

Marty, a first-timer, followed Rich with a story of his first love, Jenny, when they were both five years old. It was the start of many crushes and love affairs in his life and also a winding journey of living with rejection while still trying to be vulnerable. His story brought me back to my own first crushes in elementary school and how I’m still learning my own lessons on how to stay open in the face of being hurt. Thank you Marty. I was happy to present you with the Scone of Courage.

Nathan, another first-timer, told us about the last act of love he was able to show a beloved uncle who meant a lot to him when he was growing up. Part of me wants to say more about Nathan’s story but another part of me feels like it should stay right there at Roy Street where we heard it.

David, one of our most prolific tellers, told a story that made me want to sit down with him for the rest of the night and talk about it. The story was how he came to realize that when we fall in love with someone we always think we’re the first act of our lover’s life but really we’re in the second act. We forget that the person we love has already lived through the first act before we got there. It’s something I’ve never thought about but as soon as David said it I knew it was something I’d be thinking about for a long time. Thank you, David. You know I’ll be calling you one day to dig into that.

Kristi, who has only told once before, almost had me falling out of my chair as she described diving into Lake Union to save Bubba the Boston Terrier. Even though I’ve never technically seen a woman swimming to shore with a dog on her head I feel like I have a really good idea of what that looks like now. While I’d never wish ill on Bubba the Dog Who Can’t Swim I do secretly hope that he falls off the dock one more time so I can see Kristi rescue him.

Chad told a great story about a particular series of gifts he spent hours preparing for his girlfriend. It was extra special for me because from where I was sitting I could turn around and see his sweetheart in the second row alternately laughing and beaming.

Bruce, another first-timer, told a story about how he dealt with his crush on Salma Hayek who just happens to live in Yelm which is 20 minutes from my house. Bruce, I swear if I ever see Salma buying corn nuts in the AM/PM down there I’ll give her your number.

Two of the sweetest stories of the night were from Sonny and Chris. I just sent Chris the audio of her story and told her that I’d listened to the last minute-and-a-half of it over and over tonight. If she lets me, I’m going to keep those 90 seconds in my phone and listen to them whenever I need to remind myself of how important any act of loving kindness is.

Sonny told one of the sweetest and quietest stories I’ve ever heard. It was about the time he went back to Wyoming and stood under the cottonwood tree where he carved a heart over half a century ago that said, “Sonny loves Ann.” The image of Sonny’s heart climbing higher into the sky every year is something I’ve thought about every day since he told that story. He was 12 when he left Wyoming and saw Ann for the last time. Somewhere out there in the world is a woman named Ann who I hope, at least in some small way, knows how much she meant to a little boy named Sonny.

Every now and then I see a story I love so much that I invite the teller to tell it at FGS. A few weeks ago I came across a fantastic story from Cindy Healy who won the Moth Story Slam with her story about a movie she saw in the theater that brought her back to December 4, 1996 when she and a small group of people did something amazing.

Thank you Cindy for being kind enough to come out and tell that story again for us at Roy Street. You are always welcome to come back and tell stories with us.

Click the link below to see the Moth version of Cindy’s story:

I wish I could thank everyone by name who came out and shared a story last week but I only have a handful of the slips from Mr. Coffee and I know there were more people than that onstage. So thanks to everyone whether you were onstage or in the audience cheering people on.

Our next show is December 14. The theme is “Fear Not! Stories of facing your fears.”

I’ll get the invite out tomorrow night. I hope you can make it.

Take care and have a great holiday 🙂