I guess that’s what happens when you speak at a retreat.

All day Friday I talked.
All day Saturday I talked.
All day Sunday I talked.

On Monday I woke up and my throat had called it quits – which is a challenging thing for a mom with rambunctious boys and who has to speak a million words a minute in order to maintain a well-oiled life.

To project your voice and hear nothing but a whisper is somewhat alarming when you’re staring at a jam-packed calendar filled with systematic structures and routines that keep your sanity intact.

What does one do?

I simply woke up.
I crawled out of bed.
I looked up at the beautiful sunshine.
I tried to say something, and… nothin’!

Here’s the craziest part: I could do absolutely nothing about it!

I tried to call my Doctor. First, they couldn’t even hear me. Second, they couldn’t even understand me. And when they finally did connect all the pieces, the receptionist said, and I quote, “Sorry. There’s nothing the Doctor can do for you. You’re just going to have to sit tight and wait it out.”

I was five hours into laryngitis when I whispered to my husband, “Having no voice sucks!”

Ironically, whispering such a frustrated statement was the most depressing part of it all.

And that’s when a wave of perspective hit me like a ton of bricks.

  • Two-thirds of all the illiterate adults in the world are women.

Translation: Millions of girls and women all over the world are struggling and fighting THIS VERY MINUTE with “laryngitis.”

Gut wrenching, isn’t it?

They simply wake up.
They crawl out of bed.
They look up to the beautiful sunshine.
They try to say something, and… nothin’!

Here’s the craziest part: they can do absolutely nothing about it!

I thought fighting for 10 whole days for my voice to be heard was hard, but in reality, a large percentage of girls will spend their entire lifetime fighting for a Doctor, a teacher, a friend, a parent, a fellow human – anyone – to hear them, understand them, and do something – anything – to help them.

To project your voice and hear nothing but a whisper is frustrating, but to project your life and be nothing, with nothing, for nothing, and have nothing, going nowhere, with no one to care… now THAT’S alarming.

May we refuse to be a generation who, when we do connect all the pieces, ignorantly says, “Sorry. There’s nothing we can do for you. You’re just going to have to sit tight and wait it out.”

Instead, may we be a generation who uses the power of our collective voice for those who don’t have one.

Because if there’s anything laryngitis taught me, it’s this: having no voice sucks.

“It is not acceptable that as women living in the West, enjoying freedom women before us fought for, that we do not rally, advocate, and work to ensure that women EVERYWHERE have these freedoms. It is not enough to shout against the injustice done to women across the globe. Action is the key.” -Shannon Galpin (founder of Mounatin2Mountain.org – giving a voice to women and girls on the fringe) @sgalpin

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My laryngitis inspired my submission to Red Carpet Life’s #IAmRich campaign for today. To Know My Voice Matters. I Am Rich.

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Author Cindy Keating

Writer, storyteller, speaker and founder of Red Carpet Life, Cindy believes a life lived in service to others can change the world.

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