Thanks to everyone who came out last Thursday. It was great to look out over the audience and see a full house. I might be hitting up Craigslist and getting more folding chairs 🙂

I somehow managed to forget to say at the start of the evening that I record the audio of the show and that anyone who told a story can write me for a copy. If anyone knows a first-timer who told last week, please let them know. 

We began the show with David telling the story of going to the battlefield in Europe where his dad was wounded in WWII. He was met there by a friend whose uncle was a German POW on the Russian front. It was a story of healing and forgiveness. I was struck not only by the purposefulness of David’s journey but also that two descendants from opposite sides of the bloodiest war in human history could come together as friends. Nothing is ever over and nothing lasts forever. Thank you, David, for that beautiful story.

Annie, our first first-timer, learned at a young age that if you want to be loved and admired you need to get famous. I fell for that too! Now, after doing standup and some writing, Annie’s onstage telling stories. I didn’t get a chance to tell Annie after the show that if there’s a vaccine against fame it’s storytelling. Luckily, all the love I looked for in my own comedy career I found in storytelling. I hope you felt the love from the audience that night, Annie. 

Dru was up next with a story about her adventures in gambling. If there’s one thing all gamblers have in common it’s the ability to forget their losses. It turns out that Dru was also pretty good at that, right up until she couldn’t pretend anymore. Nothing tempts fate like telling everyone how lucky you are. I loved that Dru brought her husband to the show. I hope one day he gets up and tells the story of what it was like on the other side of that.

Next up was Rebecca, our second first-timer, and someone I’ve been wanting to hear a story from for a while now. She told a story about stealing a roll of butterscotch Lifesavers from the local grocery store when she was a kid and the long drive back with her mom when she got caught. It has to be at least 30 years since that happened but she still remembers how it felt to put that half-eaten pack of Lifesavers on the counter and apologize. That’s the part I’m still thinking about four days later. Her story reminds me of the crime spree I went on from 1984-88. The reasons I did it are too complicated to get into here, but I still feel guilty about what I did. The only way I’ve been able to live with those memories is to say to myself, “Feel bad, do better.” I can’t make amends to people I hurt who I never even knew, but I can keep making up for what I did in the years since. Thank you, Rebecca, for letting me know I’m not the only one who still thinks about the times I wish I’d done better.

Rebecca and her partner Nick (see below) host a wonderful storytelling show in Shoreline called Bar Stories Live Onstage. Some of the best tellers in Seattle go there regularly. Even if you don’t have a story to share, you’re going to have a great time.

https://www.facebook.com/BarStoriesLiveOnStage

Paul B was up next with a story I asked him to tell when I heard an early version of it months ago. Every now and then I hear a story in the wild and ask the teller to bring it to FGS, regardless of the theme that month. I knew as soon as I heard this one that I wanted everyone at our show to experience it. The story was about the time he entered a karate tournament as a way to deal with his depression. Even though 4 out of 5 doctors recommend against getting punched in the face to deal with mental illness, Paul somehow made it work for him. 

As someone who has had his own battles with the black dog, one thing that has never failed to help is the commitment to an act of courage no matter how small. I never tested myself in the ring but I’ve made small talk with strangers that felt like walking a tightrope over Niagara Falls. Sometimes getting onstage and telling a story that I’m terrified to share is what pulls back the veil of melancholy and reminds me there’s a world out there worth engaging in. A lot of Paul’s stories are about courage, even though he may not know it. Whenever I hear him tell, he makes me want to dig deeper in my own stories and test my courage even more.

If you’d like to hear more from Paul, he’s on the latest episode of “The Wild with Chris Morgan”

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/stories-from-the-wild/id1455418690?i=1000660144071

And if you’d like to read about his 750-mile hike through the mountains of Japan, get a copy of his book, “Fighting Monks and Burning Mountains – Misadventures on a Buddhist Pilgrimage.”

S, our next teller, almost didn’t come because she wasn’t sure she was ready to share the most personal story she’s ever told. I won’t repeat the story here because the whole internet doesn’t need access to it, but it was universal enough for many of us to have experienced it ourselves and unique enough to be completely hers. It was the story of the mental health challenges she’s lived with for 17 years. 

Like all great stories on this subject, it was told from a place of strength. What struck me most was by the end of the story she was speaking in the present tense. She could have told us that all her struggles were in the past and that life was all Pop-Tarts and pancakes now. But she didn’t. She still works every day to stay positive. Honesty is the spark of connection. S, in her first story with FGS, connected with a lot of us that night. Thank you, S.

Brian was up next with a story about his dog Rex. I laughed when a knowing chuckle went through the audience when he said Rex was a Goldendoodle. Clearly, there is something going on with Goldendoodles that I will have to Google later. As I listened to Brian’s story, I realized his relationship with Rex was the same that I had with my old cat, Sneak. I was mostly a food delivery system and a heater of cushions for him to lay down on as soon as I got up. There wasn’t a lot of love coming back. Because of this, it made no sense that when Sneak died I spent the whole ride home from the vet trying not to cry. As Brian was getting choked up at the end of his story with Rex, I was right back in my car driving home without Sneak. How do pets do this to us?? Thank you, Brian, for a great story with lots of laughs and a lot of heart.

Deborah then told a story that I might have identified with a little too much. Sometimes it’s hard not to be snarky when you offer to make a meal for someone and then have to deal with their dietary restrictions. Deborah, though, did something that most of us would not do. She saw it as an opportunity for kindness. She admitted this was not her usual take on situations like this but something inside her that day made her want to stop before she said something she’d regret.

So she changed up the menu and made a vegan lunch with gluten-free bread. And do you know what happened next? She was rewarded with heartfelt gratitude. When was the last time any of us did something inconvenient just to spread a little kindness in the world? Grace and patience, people. That’s where it’s at. Thank you, Deborah, for showing us what that looks like.

Nick was up next with a story of what happens when you’re a freshman in high school and don’t remember the one-month anniversary with your first girlfriend. We learned two important things from Nick that night. #1 Never buy an anniversary gift from the Hallmark store. This doesn’t work when you’re 50 and works even less when you’re 14. #2 Don’t let the radio DJ at Z100 pick the dedication song to make up for the Hallmark ornament. I’d tell you what the song was but then it would be in your head for the next 20 years like it’s been with Nick. I like that a lot of Nick’s stories are cautionary tales. They’re like those after-school TV specials that warned us against smoking banana peels behind the dumpster at the Piggly-Wiggly. Thank you, Nick, for showing us what’s at stake if we forget an anniversary. 

Ashley, our next teller, has more death-defying stories than all the rest of us put together. She has no stories of puppies, or knocking over a bowl of Cheerios. Ashley is always this close to squished, squashed, or flattened. Her story Thursday night was about riding on the outside of a subway train and narrowly missing the deadly 3rd rail. If you don’t know about the third rail you either didn’t grow up on the East Coast or grow up with a parent who did. The third rail is the rail that’s electrified and pushes the train down the tracks. You can touch rails one and two and live a long healthy life. Touch rail three and you’re going to light up like the Vegas strip on New Year’s. Thank you, Ashley, for letting us live vicariously through your adventures. If I did half the things you’ve done there’d be a memorial wing at Harborview named after me.

Gretchen, our second-to-last teller, told the story of the real reason she hasn’t sung in public since her 8th grade Christmas recital. Before karaoke, before America’s Got Talent, back in the shadowy past of yesteryear, there was 8th grade choir and Mrs. Grimm. Is there a better name for a tyrannical choir director than Mrs. Grimm? I think not. At the end of her story, Gretchen treated us to the long lost, never sung, alto harmony part of Little Drummer Boy that she lip-synced to 50 years ago. It only lasted 10 seconds but it was worth the wait.

Mike, our final teller, took a break from winning Moth slams to come tell a new story with us about how he tried to fit in with the cool kids in his last year of college at UW. Mike majored in electrical engineering so you know the low level of cool he achieved by graduation. In the end, we learned that Mike should have listened to his mom and just been himself. We also learned about Fourier’s Transom, which was on the final that Mike got a 10 on. A 10 as in 10%. Mike still doesn’t know what Fourier’s Transom is but I do thanks to Wikipedia. It’s a “mathematical model that helps to transform signals between two different domains.” I hope that clears things up.

Thank you, Mike, for another wonderful story. We love you no matter what grades you get.

Big thanks to everyone who came out and told a story or supported the ones who did. Our next show is July 18. The theme is “Dads.” I’ll get the invite out as soon as I can. 

There are two great story shows I want to tell you about coming up in the next few weeks. I’ll be telling at both of them so you should come say hi 😊

This Friday in Burien I’ll be telling at 7 Stories. Come see me rewrite a story from 10 years ago that I never really got right. I think I finally got this one figured it out.

https://www.meetup.com/7-stories/events/301509825/

One of our first-timer tellers from earlier this year just started a new show in Issaquah called Story Sphere. Their first show is July 12. I’ll be telling a story there along with a bunch of other amazing tellers. Come out and support this new show!

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61560437551704

See you next month!

Paul
freshgroundstories at gmail dot com