Join (Free!) | Login  

     Popular! Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry
   Services MarketPlace (Free to post!)
Where Authors and Readers come together!


Featured Authors:  Wayne Anderson, iElizabeth Weeks-Rowe, iC.G. Richardson, iSophie Davis, iSky Purington, isandrea mosses, iRichard Orey, i

  Home > Memoir > Articles Popular: Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry     

Stephen Gallup

· Become a Fan
· Contact me
· Books
· Articles
· 10 Titles
· 1 Reviews
· Save to My Library
· Share with Friends!
Member Since: Mar, 2012

Stephen Gallup, click here to update your pages on AuthorsDen.

Featured Book
Marcel, the young positive mind, Book 2
by Antoine Raphael

This is the second book telling Marcel's adventures..  
BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members

Featured Book
Life goes out of style
by Joe Bueno

A first generation American, who overcame the poverty and tragedy of childhood to forge a brighter path for himself and his three daughters...  
BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members

   Recent articles by
Stephen Gallup

• A bridge from facts to fiction
• What we do for our kids
• Primal wilderness ramblings from Taiwan
• Do writers really need a back end?
• Save time, save money, save your kid
• What have I learned from hardship?
• When doctors get it wrong
• What might have been
           >> View all

The power of words
By Stephen Gallup   
Rated "G" by the Author.
Last edited: Friday, March 30, 2012
Posted: Friday, March 30, 2012

Share    Print   Save    Become a Fan

Despite the old epigram about sticks and stones, words can indeed hurt (reposted from

My wife Judy had been married before we got together. That prior union was tumultuous and short, and the only thing she took away from it was the memory of some hurtful words her first husband had said during one of their arguments. He’d predicted that she would make a lousy mother.

I honestly don’t know what prompted him to say that. I knew her during the time they were married, and was aware of nothing that might have supported his prediction. Maybe he was simply trying to hurt her.

Because I knew him as well, I doubt he meant to inflict lasting harm. He was no more malicious than anyone else, and at one time or another probably everyone utters mean, divisive words.

This is a problem, because despite the old epigram about sticks and stones, words can indeed hurt.

A disabled child

A year or so after their divorce was final, Judy and I married. And then, some years after that, we had our only child, a boy we named Joseph.

Looking back, I realize that Judy had not been eager to become a mother. We’d seldom discussed the notion of having babies. We concentrated on our careers, on fixing up our house, and on pastimes such as community theatre and square dancing. Then one day, inspired by the sight of happy families playing with their kids in the park, I suggested that we go ahead and see what parenthood would be like. An expression of fear crossed Judy’s face; but when she saw that I was serious, she pondered the idea and decided that it was the right thing to do. Within an hour, we were both completely sold on the idea of bringing a new life into the world.

Long before we had any physical evidence that he was coming, both of us loved our child and couldn’t wait to see him.

Joseph entered this world with problems. He couldn’t keep his food down. He cried almost constantly. He grew older, but did not achieve any of the usual developmental milestones, such as crawling or even sitting. Despite multiple evaluations and tests, the doctors did not understand what was wrong. Therefore, they also did not know what could be done for him.

My response in that frightening first year and a half was to continue taking Joseph to his appointments, ever hopeful that the doctors would eventually identify the cause of his distress and send us to the right specialist. I trusted that somebody, somewhere, would have the expertise to get our little guy fixed up.

Judy lost patience with that. She believed, correctly, that time was of the essence, and that the longer Joseph waited for help, the less effective any help would be. Perceiving that mainstream medical professionals were doing nothing for him, she began exploring options with alternative providers. At first, I objected. I believed anyone not in the mainstream of medical care must have been excluded for a good reason. But my misgivings were no match for her determination.

One line of inquiry led to another, and before long Joseph was the patient of a kindly old osteopathic doctor who specialized in the arcane science of cranial therapy. This treatment finally put an end to Joseph’s frequent vomiting and irritability. In turn, the outcome put an end to my doubts about Judy’s course of action. Thus encouraged, our family embarked on an arduous and highly controversial home therapy program that offered hope of overcoming his developmental delays.

Years passed, and Joseph achieved some wonderful milestones. The most obvious was finally learning to walk independently. But he never attained the total wellness that we had pursued so earnestly. For reasons that are still unknown, he never acquired the ability to talk.

A quest for answers

One bit of wisdom the doctors had always stressed was that parents of kids who have developmental problems should not blame themselves.

Even so, Judy and I could not avoid examining our past lives and our selves for an explanation of our son’s condition. We found little. Still, in weak moments Judy confessed to me that she worried about her first husband’s comment. She feared he had perceived something that we did not. She dearly wanted to try again, to have another baby, but was terrified that there might be something about her that would afflict any child born to her.

I can only guess at the emotional depths to which this unresolved question drove my wife.

However, if any blame were to be assigned, the person most obviously free of it had to be our son. He’d done nothing to bring about his misfortune. Therefore, even after we had exhausted all the good ideas for helping him, we still wanted to try. There would be no further children in our family, but Judy and I meant to do anything possible that might enable Joseph to move another step or two along the way toward independence.

For example, just as Judy had led the charge in finding alternative healthcare providers, she also began exhorting me to recognize the importance of speaking words in support of desired outcomes. Any time I became discouraged, she cited Scripture, urging me to “call things that be not as though they are.”

The words we speak, she said, have enormous power to hurt or to heal, because our subconscious mind hears and acts on them even when we do not. The best use of our words, she insisted, is to give encouragement and comfort, and to remind the hearer that things can be better.

We had spent a great deal of time over the years discussing the family’s problem; but now, she decided, we needed to guard what we said as if everything in our lives depended on it.

Perhaps it was too late by then. Perhaps the constructive language could not reverse a process that by then was already well under way. Perhaps understanding these things intellectually did not cancel out what occurred on an emotional level. At any rate, Judy fell ill, and two years later she died.

Our son Joseph was nine years old when he lost her.

As for the ultimate cause of his mysterious condition, it’s possible to look for explanations where they don’t exist. One doctor had told us that, whatever had gone wrong with Joseph’s development, it was something that “just happened.” As for our response, I do think that our love for him provided ample motivation for the choices we made. There’s no need to attribute our efforts to help him to a sense of guilt. On the other hand, I have no trouble believing that Judy was motivated in part by a desire to prove, once and for all, that she was a good mother. Even if she was the only person needing that proof.

If that was the case, the effort cost her everything.

Sometimes we can only speculate. I don’t know why Judy died at an early age. But it would be a good policy for all of us to consider the possible consequences of our words before we speak them. Lives may be at stake.

Web Site: What About the Boy?

Want to review or comment on this article?
Click here to login!

Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!

All Alone, Washington to Rome, A '60s Memoir by Patricia Daly-Lipe

Join me in a time and place from the past, my past. Beginning with the death of my mother when I was 18 until I was 23. From Washington to Rome, Paris, and London with a year at th..  
Featured BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members

It Started With Patton Teresa Leska's Story A Memoir by Amy Zajac

Torn from her mother’s arms when she was fourteen years of age, Teresa Leska endured Nazi imprisonment. A political hostage from March of 1943 to April of 1945, her voice leads the..  
Featured BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members

Authors alphabetically: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Featured Authors | New to AuthorsDen? | Add AuthorsDen to your Site
Share AD with your friends | Need Help? | About us

Problem with this page?   Report it to AuthorsDen
© AuthorsDen, Inc. All rights reserved.