tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post6109988527018662133..comments2024-02-21T00:28:43.321-08:00Comments on The Message of You: The Power & Humor of Your Story: Effective Speaking Skills I Learned from Donald TrumpJudy Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00357621522060692063noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-87724416894351938672015-11-19T03:47:09.898-08:002015-11-19T03:47:09.898-08:00I was the youngest of three monsters, my brothers....I was the youngest of three monsters, my brothers. My mother was a school principal a loving...monster she arrived very tired from work and in a real bad mood. And my dad was a quiet monster. Pipe books and wiskey, if you know what I mean. The house a living hell I mean a loving place.I was appalled with so much intensity. The begged my mother to sign me up to acting clases wanted to stay away from home, piano clases, ballet clases, flamenco clases. Anything riming with asses was fine. Now I am a stand up comedian in Perú. Teach workshops and read Judy Carters blogg.Diana Levinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10734540790839134317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-76498986610033275462015-11-19T03:46:12.301-08:002015-11-19T03:46:12.301-08:00I was the youngest of three monsters, my brothers....I was the youngest of three monsters, my brothers. My mother was a school principal a loving...monster she arrived very tired from work and in a real bad mood. And my dad was a quiet monster. Pipe books and wiskey, if you know what I mean. The house a living hell I mean a loving place.I was appalled with so much intensity. The begged my mother to sign me up to acting clases wanted to stay away from home, piano clases, ballet clases, flamenco clases. Anything riming with asses was fine. Now I am a stand up comedian in Perú. Teach workshops and read Judy Carters blogg.Diana Levinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10734540790839134317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-78126638464053289932015-11-15T17:57:33.656-08:002015-11-15T17:57:33.656-08:00life is full of up and downs. Kinda like my bathro...life is full of up and downs. Kinda like my bathroom scale. In the late 80's I found out my husband was having an affair. I was beyond upset. I asked his parents to come over and confronted my husband in front of his parents. After the heart felt discussion and his parents left. He said to me "don't you think she has given me ultimatums." I snapped back "I don't care what's she's given you so long as it's not contagious."<br /> Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-58274345001744070222015-11-14T11:29:09.654-08:002015-11-14T11:29:09.654-08:00This is a 7 minute speech on how I went from the &...This is a 7 minute speech on how I went from the "mess" of putting my trust in external things and suffering the consequences, to learning to trust in my inner guidance FIRST! :-)<br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kckZhRgRSXsChristian Minson/Breathflowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13096214845103318382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-55393302104108272592015-11-13T19:10:13.143-08:002015-11-13T19:10:13.143-08:00A while back I was having a bad day and kvetching ...A while back I was having a bad day and kvetching about it and someone asked me what sign I was born under. I said, "It's obvious I was born under the sign that said SHIT HERE!'<br /><br />I'm trying to see the humor in my life story but have some difficulty as I just recently put all the puzzle pieces together at age 62 and realized why my mother despised me. My mother had problems carrying me the last six months of pregnancy and was told by the doctor I most likely would not survive. When I did survive, my paranoid schizophrenic mother with religious ideation and most probably post partum psychosis decided that I had made a deal with Satan to survive and, logically of course, made my life a living hell. By the time I got out f high school, I was such a nervous wreck from the abuse, I couldn't talk to anyone without shaking, couldn't look anyone in the eye (I was punished for that -- you know the old evil eye bit), and had bitten every one of my nails to the point my fingers were crusted with blood. Now, try to find a job like that! Much less try to be an actress! <br /><br />I can't sign my name for fear of retaliation from the Society of Paranoid Schizophrenic Religious Abusive Mothers Association!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-56487806147663490782015-11-13T16:06:41.634-08:002015-11-13T16:06:41.634-08:00My childhood really wasn't all that bad. My st...My childhood really wasn't all that bad. My stories come from everyday life, alot of them from raising my childen and my marriage of 45 years. So I'm hoping I can put together some sort of speech, sort of a feel-good, fun speech.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14122257337195088604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-81063036780445487662015-11-13T08:46:35.488-08:002015-11-13T08:46:35.488-08:00Where to start??? Let's see, raised in a home ...Where to start??? Let's see, raised in a home with a father who was abusive to our mother for many years. She held firm and raised us girls in church (very strict church where we got made fun of at school at times). So as soon as I could, I went totally wild, running with the wrong crowd, running away, coming home (I know, so far a normal rebellious teenager). Met my first husband to be via alcohol and friends, got pregnant, got dumped, got disowned by my father. Had my beautiful daughter, married her bio father finally. Abusive marriage, divorced after 11 months. Fought, dated again, got pregnant again, remarried him (lol in itself). Still abusive, arrive to deliver our son with a knife print on my stomach from him throwing knives over a sandwich made wrong and a black eye. Tried to kill me and our son one snowy night but instead he wrecked killing himself and 2 passengers (right before our son turned 6 months old) - widow at 23 years old with 2 kids. What to do next to support 2 kids? NURSING (yes, years later I would get to see you at Mo Healthcare Convention)! Started dating the best guy (got pregnant) - think there's a pattern here? Married him (happy with our 3 + his 3 = Brady Bunch). After 7 years he died with cancer. Widow again at 32. Went almost off the deep end; hooked up with a previous guy (time changes good guys into bad guys)! Married him when I shouldn't have; very abusive relationship - many cops at our house lol. Cops helped me move out once! While moving stuff, they watched him closely and at one point there were some flourescent bulbs standing in a corner that got knocked over and exploded. Cop pulls gun and I yell "Don't shoot, it's a light"!. Divorce the abusive jerk and re-marry (how many times is this)? Wake up one morning a few years later, having coffee in bed, see the local news. Another "female" gut shot my EX and killed him (even though we're not married, technically that's 3 dead ex's)! CRAP, now I'm nervouse for my new Husband! Actually, the ex that was murdered, his mother told me when she first met me "You've had 2 husbands die, I hope my son doesn't die"! WOW... nice to meet you too! Anyway, another bad marriage so another divorce! BUT... the great news is that even after a very rocky start in life, I now have the BEST husband ever, who laughs at the things of the past and he has parents who aren't worried that he'll die with me! When I teach and train staff now, I tell them only a small part of my past but I also tell them when they whine about the little things, to suck it up buttercup and put on your big girl panties! (same thing I told my own kids growing up). I told them that yes, you had a rough past, yes you lost 2 Dads but when you're an adult, the world and any future employer won't care about your past, they care that you're a productive member of society. Because of this, my oldest daughter is one heck of a tough red headed Nurse as well!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17199281922922272981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-72752213336923281602015-11-13T06:40:44.351-08:002015-11-13T06:40:44.351-08:00Oh no, I had a great childhood. Guess I will have...Oh no, I had a great childhood. Guess I will have to just use all the miserable things I put myself through as an adult to get material.funnyasamotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03218816096927960099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-68813813812588012112015-11-13T01:16:06.509-08:002015-11-13T01:16:06.509-08:00My entire life fit into my leased Corolla, I drove...My entire life fit into my leased Corolla, I drove to it to L.A.<br />At age 47, 30 years after I left, I returned ‘home’ to assist my parents as they aged. 30 years of an Archaeology Degree, and MBA Marketing, 15 years with IBM, President of a Dot Com (that actually shipped product).<br />So noble, for me to sacrifice for my parents, or pure pathos, as you like.<br />The real story? <br />Divorced (she got the assets, I got the debts) <br />Bankrupt<br />Diabetic<br />Over Weight (305lbs - Pillsbury Dough Boy Big.)<br />Unemployed<br />Bi-Polar<br />$2000 to my name.<br />Turned out, it was the perfect crime. <br />My father was already getting senile, Denise, the caregiver, was terrific, took care of dad, mom, and Babs (mom's parrot), made dinner cleaned my room and did my laundry. <br />Dad passed in 2008, and by then Mom qualified for long term care. Her death (of "Unspecified Debilities" (best cause of death ever!)) coincided with the end of all her assets.<br />Now I had the condo. 6 months Wells Fargo making home affordable paperwork, INCLUDING A LETTER TO MOM REGARDING A RECENT PHONE CALL... I had to agree that I couldn't afford the place. <br />Decided not to pay my mortgage anymore. <br />Listed the condo<br />Sold it.<br />Goodbye Sunset Strip. Welcome to Old Town Torrance!<br />1 bdrm(!) HOUSE<br />I'm debt free. A year's savings in the bank and a growing retirement account.<br />Still too big 210lbs but <br />now yoga limber and balanced chemistry too. <br />happy to walk/hike 10 miles wherever.<br />My lover is about to arrive, so I'll sign off now. <br />My girlfriend only sees me on the weekends...<br />Still living the perfect crime.<br /><br /><br /><br />(Just my real life, nothing to see here! Thanks for the forum Judy! Not exactly uplifting, but I'm happy!)Frishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12415060237046978101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-562110722020208412015-11-12T15:39:58.548-08:002015-11-12T15:39:58.548-08:00I was always bullied in school. I was the "s...I was always bullied in school. I was the "smart" girl, so some of the "tough" girls hated me. When I would walk down the hall in high school, one girl would always hit me. Another girl once punched me in the face through the open window of a car when I was at a hamburger drive-in. Weird, she recently wanted to become my friend on Facebook! (She probably doesn't remember she punched me, but I remember.)<br /><br />Anyway, several years ago I wrote a comedy movie script with the theme "It's better to be friends than bullies." The script was optioned 8 times by Hollywood Producers and never made. Finally, I decided "no more options." That's when things started to happen. I found an investor who loved the project, then I teamed up with a production company and they brought in another investor. Within 6 months the movie was cast and in production - and it just came out last month in honor of National Bullying Prevention Month. It's a "Home Alone" kind of comedy with an anti-bullying theme. I even gave the mom in the film a line about how she used to get bullied and hit by a girl every time she walked down the hall in school. The thing my writing partner and I realized - so many stories of bullying are sad or distressing, we wanted to create a movie that could provide fun and laughs to kids and families, yet still spread the word to stop bullying - but in a positive way... by using humor. So the bullying I got as a teenager and the ups and downs of show biz rejections - lead me to make the film, not only as the writer, but as the Executive Producer. <br /><br />The film is called, "How to Beat a Bully" and it's now on Google Play and Amazon Video. Viewers can even see it for free if they have Amazon Prime. Here's a link to the film: http://tinyurl.com/qhf3jurMarilynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16056767277984326552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-52557889206123576002015-11-12T15:35:22.748-08:002015-11-12T15:35:22.748-08:00I do identify with you -Thankyou for your post
Car...I do identify with you -Thankyou for your post<br />CaroleAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11247796808668084238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-17141460163365933272015-11-12T14:47:03.460-08:002015-11-12T14:47:03.460-08:00After reading all the above responses, I'm not...After reading all the above responses, I'm not sure my life was so bad after all. At any rate, just like many of you, there have been many ups and downs that we have learned to survive. Mine started with an unpredictable mother who had a strange way of disciplining - like dragging you to the stove and threatening to hold your hand over the fire until you promised to be good. Being only four at the time, I wasn't sure what I had done wrong, but it must have been bad!!! But like others, I recovered and became stronger.<br /><br />The mess that brought me to where I am today happened about seven years ago. Let's see, my significant of other of 15 years left to be with a younger women. No one in particular - just younger. That led me to losing my home, my finances, my business, and bankruptcy. But WORST of all, I lost my self-confidence and my belief in myself.<br /><br />My journey to healing brought me to my current career as a professional speaker. I now share stories of the people, books, movies, anything that helped me recreate myself. I share those lessons learned in case they can help someone else to view their problems as challenges, and learn from them, becoming a better person because of them.<br /><br />Looking back at my life, I wouldn't have it any other way. It is what made me into who I am today.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17722319882073158496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-19273064754956667352015-11-12T14:45:19.753-08:002015-11-12T14:45:19.753-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17722319882073158496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-22864178952431113272015-11-12T13:08:49.883-08:002015-11-12T13:08:49.883-08:00I grew with great parents. Unfortunately my father...I grew with great parents. Unfortunately my father a milkman (mother a milliner) he was a gambler. Horse player and usually a loser. Needless to say money was always a family issue. I had goals to be a businessman at a young age. I worked and saved. First job at 10 Saturday's in my uncles grocery store $2 for the day, 1947. As teen worked in markets after school 50 cents an hour +tips. Delivers orders to homes. 19 sold exterminating products in minority neighborhood on Saturday<br /> Minimum wage .95 cents an hour. I worked 6 hours. Earned 35 to 40 dollars in commission. Sales was the way to go. My father. took after work naps when I was 14 if he was awake when I came home I knew I had to get money from my savings account to pay off a bookie. Never had my own room,shared with a step grandfather. All in all I survived. Had great sales job that brought me from NYC to California at 22. Made and saved money to start first of four businesses. Never knew anything about each when I purchased or started them. <br />Achieved a life long goal at age 60. On a cruise ship passenger talent show signed up to do standup. Wrote an act life on a cruise ship. first time, they told me I had 3minutes. I've the video to prove I did a solid 10 minutes. Next day passengers stopped and asked "are you professional , how long have you been doing comedy" <br />Came home and began studying with Judy. Been at it now go 18 years. Keeps me young. Marty DusigAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03258356813729054067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-79259988709913431232015-11-12T11:25:56.504-08:002015-11-12T11:25:56.504-08:00Wendy what a story!!! Thank you so much for sharin...Wendy what a story!!! Thank you so much for sharing.Judy Carterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00357621522060692063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-16814039776320516452015-11-12T11:25:16.600-08:002015-11-12T11:25:16.600-08:00I love how your abuse turned into wanting to help ...I love how your abuse turned into wanting to help others.Judy Carterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00357621522060692063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-17582446241045451562015-11-12T10:46:00.383-08:002015-11-12T10:46:00.383-08:00Dear Judy, wow! What a story you have, and yes, we...Dear Judy, wow! What a story you have, and yes, we all have our stories that propel us. Mine is extreme, drastic to say the least! I just published an expose' memoir on the Kindle and am starting to do some inspirational public speaking.<br /><br />Basically, I was in a cult, and was thrown out on the street. On 9/27/2007, I was homeless, penniless and childless (my 5 children were taken away from me). So, here's the link, if you'd like to hear more. Thank you for the laughter, Judy!!<br /><br />http://www.amazon.com/Real-Eyes-Faith-Wendy-Noah-ebook/dp/B016H4VHZ4/<br />Wendy Sue Noahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04384445115252426270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-80225678358304427862015-11-12T09:26:24.942-08:002015-11-12T09:26:24.942-08:00I grew up the son of an entrepreneur. I followed m...I grew up the son of an entrepreneur. I followed my older brother's footsteps into my father's family business. For 12 years I was emotionally bullied by my father, and my brother. My escape was drugs. After approximately 15 years of drug abuse, which cost me so much, including hundred's of thousands of dollars, I was able to quit drugs, when I decided to become a stand up comedian. Writing and performing comedy saved my life. #passiongavemepurpose. I have attended 2 of Judy's The Message of You Workshops. They were incredible. I am now trying to find audience's to speak to. I want to help peopledannynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-10011847182573116152015-11-12T08:13:14.150-08:002015-11-12T08:13:14.150-08:00OK Laverne - Here are my messes to successes. Firs...OK Laverne - Here are my messes to successes. First is my abusive father who kept telling me I was nobody and molested me. That drove me to be somebody. My disabled sister was given away when she was 8 yeas old and nobody talked about it pr anything. Everything was a secret. That made me grow up to make a career out of publicly telling the truth, i.e. standup. And I had a childhood where I couldn't speak as I had a speech impediment. And that mess lead me to a professional career as a standup comic and teaching others how to speak their truths. Thank you for asking.Judy Carterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00357621522060692063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-71327180748670158332015-11-12T08:09:01.284-08:002015-11-12T08:09:01.284-08:00Anger + Comedy - you can't have one without th...Anger + Comedy - you can't have one without the other. Thank God you found laughter. JudyJudy Carterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00357621522060692063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-72090784063381989302015-11-12T08:07:49.337-08:002015-11-12T08:07:49.337-08:00Carole - OMG! You are not only a survivor - but yo...Carole - OMG! You are not only a survivor - but you are a "Thriver" Judy Carterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00357621522060692063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-71977078070309707092015-11-12T08:07:08.202-08:002015-11-12T08:07:08.202-08:00Always an inspiration Frank. I would love to inter...Always an inspiration Frank. I would love to interview you. Call me.Judy Carterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00357621522060692063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-84343225304509698302015-11-12T08:06:35.743-08:002015-11-12T08:06:35.743-08:00LOVE the title of your book. Love it! You are an i...LOVE the title of your book. Love it! You are an inspiration... and hilarious. I'm SO impressed. You made me laugh and cry. JudyJudy Carterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00357621522060692063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-75197371286337646502015-11-12T08:05:17.440-08:002015-11-12T08:05:17.440-08:00Hi Steve, this blog is not about Trump, but how to...Hi Steve, this blog is not about Trump, but how to use techniques that the "Big Boys" use. Hate is a lost cause -- it's about what we can learn from the people we hate.Judy Carterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00357621522060692063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741607769378478840.post-64855132166957077142015-11-12T08:00:52.800-08:002015-11-12T08:00:52.800-08:00I'd like to hear yours Judy.I'd like to hear yours Judy.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10980513389425105949noreply@blogger.com