When I was four, I started to take dancing lessons...I don’t know why my mother thought I would be interested in dancing...Maybe she saw something in me. I love music. I love to dance. Maybe it came from dancing school. Maybe one is born with the rhythm it takes to dance, sing, and love music. Either way, I started taking ballet, tap and acrobat. I could do back bends with ease. Chest rolls and back flips...Acrobatics just seemed easy for me...I could bend every which way...Tap shoes brought clapping and rhythm into my life...and soon, I was tapping all over the place...Next came little pink toe shoes stuffed with lambs wool. I still have my little pink toe shoes and a little tu tu...that I worn when I was 4. My teacher Miss Vera Leaubea had her studio somewhere in down town Pittsburgh. I remember her loveliness. I continued dancing...year after year. One year I rode the float at Kennywood Park and threw peanut butter kisses out to the crowd as we motored along on a Saturday afternoon through the crowd...Miss Vera made arrangements for me to dance on the Boardwalk of Atlantic City. We couldn’t go because my Mom was due to have my sister Georgetta. My mother named her Georgetta because hopes of having a son were gone, and my fathers name was George and my Moms was Loretta...thus Georgetta. It seemed there was nothing good that came from this baby!! Jealously reared it’s ugly head!!! What I didn’t realize is that she would really become my best friend. The person I can confide in, and one who is there for me!!! I love her!!! I remember one weekend, for whatever reason, I was to dance at a Jewish luncheon in Mt. Lebanon. I was very excited and nervous all at the same time...I was probably about 4 or 5 and when the music started..I began to dance..I danced and remember my routine...until all of a sudden stage fright took me over...I stopped, frozen in fear...standing and looking out over the people looking back at me...I exited the stage, never to return...I felt failure and disappointment not only in myself, but I felt it from those around me...I continued to dance even after we moved to the country. I danced until I was a freshman at Mars High School...but I never remember having experienced such a devastating embarrassment as I did that day of that Jewish luncheon....I never forgot!!!...So many times in my life, disappointment has played a major role and embarrassment as well...but I know one thing for sure!!! It all passes, and life goes on!!! Jesus comforts and holds us to make it all right..Perfection isn’t ours!! It is HIS!!!
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