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Daphne's story
This feature story inspired the vignette: “Don’t Let Your Silence Kill You”

Daphne came to my home one Saturday afternoon and knocked hard on my door. She rarely came to my home this way. We often visited with one another out in the open, talking back and forth, about men, books, the things we do, while eyeing the children playing in the womb-like cul-de-sac - our own and other neighbor’s children. When our legs wore out from standing talking we’d get down and sit on the welcome ground to continue. Daphne was my neighborhood girlfriend. I “saw” her and she “saw” me. So this story is personal.

When I opened the door she was standing there with her two small daughters, their hair perfectly done, as usual. She had a rushed look on her face. She asked me if I would watch her girls while she ran a quick errand. Would be no more than half an hour. “No problem”. Doing such things went with the territory and it was easy, they were good kids. When Daphne came back exactly half an hour later she proudly displayed to me her newly done nails. The “errand” she ran was to do a little something for herself. That brief interlude of pleasure from having her nails done did not last long before Daphne was off, sacrificing and devoting her energies to any and everybody else in her circle of life.

Months would go by and I’d see Daphne’s nails fraying and the color chipping. But no more hard knocks from her came on my door Saturday afternoon’s. The carpal-tonal condition had taken over both of her hands, slowing, but not stopping her perpetual care-giving. Daphne was top heavy, large breasts, broad shoulders and thick arms atop proportionately thinner waist and legs. The hefty top half of her body was shaped by years of making life good and comfortable, safe, organized and cheerful for her family and friends. As well as wife, mother, sister, daughter and friend, Daphne was also a full-time respiratory nurse, working the midnight shift in a large San Francisco hospital. She was a preferred favorite by her ailing and needy patients. She’d leave for work in the PM shortly after picking up her daughters from school, and cooking and feeding them dinner. She’d arrive back home in the early AM to sleep a bit before rising to get the kids ready again for school the next day.

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