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Global Writing System For A Global Age
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Photo above:
My father Paul, and
my mother Doris
on their wedding day
in New York City,
November 28,1946.
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Every life has a story...
and could be made into a movie, or become
the focus of a novel. I love learning about other people's lives.
It gives me a feeling of connection to the human race, and I learn so much listening to others.
That's why I often stop and talk to people I do not know in the supermarket. I have met wonderful people while waiting in line at the post office! Everyone has a story to tell, and I
am convinced that everyone has a shining light inside of them. Perhaps
I express it more than others, but that is because I am aware that
any day could be our last, and we should cherish every moment. So I hope you will share your life experiences with me too, as I
am always interested...
Recently I received requests to write my own life story. I feel
honored that people are interested. I find it difficult to
write about my life, mainly because I hate to burden people with my
problems. But on the other hand, sharing my successes and how they were achieved
may have some interest for people. So grab a cup of coffee, and let's share life's experiences together! |
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| Photo above: My mother stands in the back. I am center below,
bandaged on my arms, my legs and my neck. My older sister Pam
is to my left, wearing a brace, the result of polio, which she
acquired at age 4. The other children are neighborhood kids.
They look a lot healthier than the Sutton girls, don't they?! |
| Photo above: My mother and father deserve much credit, for
a child who is constantly ill and uncomfortable is not easy to
raise. They lived as if they were ships passing in the night,
caring for me in shifts. As an adult, looking back, I realize
that one of the reasons I am so happy and self secure, is because
of their steadfast love and devotion in my early years. |
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I am a very lucky person...
Really...I cannot think of anyone more fortunate
than I am.
But that is not because I have good health. I never had good health.
I was born quite ill, and that genetic condition continues today.
But my good fortune is still very evident, for I have been blessed
with an optomistic and adventurous personality, and a loving and good
family, and the proper circumstances for me to use my talents to their
fullest.
I am grateful for that opportunity. I know that not everyone has the
chance to aspire towards their dreams. And the ill health from birth
actually made my dreams possible.
I was born on February 22, 1951, at 7:52am on the island of Manhatten
in New York City. My father Paul is a physicist. At the time I was
born, he was working towards his Ph.d in physics at Columbia University.
My mother was a model in New York, a radio publicist for China Relief,
a developer of courses for self-improvement which she taught at colleges,
and most importantly, a poet and writer under the pen-name D.N. Sutton. You can read her spiritual poetry, such as Love Poems for the Romatic Heart, and her new novel, Romantic Tales From Old Mulvedania, on
her web site: the SoulSite.
My older sister Pam, who is two and one-half years older than
I am, is a physician in Florida, a Palliative Care specialist, who works internationally. See PamelaSuttonMD.org
Fortunately, I was not born out in the wilderness, as some babies
are, since in my case, I was born bleeding, with my skin hanging in
shreds. I had a rare genetic skin condition that is connected with
the atopic gene, the allergy gene, which gives people excema, asthma
and hay fever. I had all of those conditions, but the excema, which
is itchy and painful, was life threatening in my case. This is quite
rare. Lots of people have excema, but most people are not born with
shredded skin, which brought the risk of infection, and required that
I be tied to a crib so I didn't tear my own skin. I didn't walk until
around age 2, because of the restrictions. Yet later I became a dancer,
taking dance lessons by age 4! |
| Photo above: What does a little girl do when she is bandaged
with greasy creams from head to toe? She covers the bandages
up with pretty clothes with high necked shirts, long sleeves,
gloves and hats!! |
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Through much of my childhood I was bandaged from
head to toe, because my skin would bleed and fall off, and I lacked
the ability to fight infection or to perspire normally. Life-threatening
food allergies, and allergies to animals oftentimes put my life at
risk as well. I was continually itchy and would have long scratching
sessions. And as I became an adult, the condition actually worsened
in many ways. I am bandaged to this day (age 63 in 2014). I had
hair I could sit on, when I was younger, but for almost 20 years I have been
completely bald, and it appears to be permanent.
Which brings up a very important point. Most of the time I live life
on a spiritual level. I never wanted to have a body. I actually do
not see myself as a person, but as a spirit who is visiting earth
for a short time, inside a body that has been in the past, wracked
with pain, a little like a burn victim.
So I lifted myself out of my painful body and saw life in its visual
panorama, viewing human movement as a spritually visual dance, longing
to be made clear and precise on paper for we "mere mortals"
here on earth. Yes...I think there is Movement Writing in heaven,
recording every beautiful gesture we humans make, and I am here on
earth learning and applying the skill!
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Photo above:
And not much has changed! Here in 1986, at age
35, I was wearing cortizone bandages under my clothing, a hat
to cover bald spots, and long sleeved gloves...I continue to
were long gloves 24 hours a day.
This protects me from infection,
and is a great blessing. |
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Valerie Sutton
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