Digital Storytelling

This morning I was confronted with eight new faces, sixteen eyes staring back at me and the screen...some were crying...others just gazed without blinking an eye. Some were smiling at times while some tried to hide their expression behind their hands, but I saw it all. I felt good. I felt like I was doing something right, re-affirming why it is that I like what I do. I like surprising people but more so, I like surprising myself. It's amazing how these "people stories" hits home every time I watch them, every time I watch my own story I feel kinda choked up...hard to hide my emotion. So for about 2 to 4 minutes you hear just this one voice describing some event in their lives. I don't know them, but there's something familiar about their story. There's something about the way they tell it that moves me...makes me feel like I've walked with them. In a way I have because I was there when they first told it. I was there when they first made themselves vulnerable. I helped them shape their stories...bring it to life for others to see. It's more than the miracle of technology as I find with each story lies a small piece of me.

I stop the storyteller and everyone sits in silence. I wish I knew what they thought and so I ask but still just silence. The silence is loud. It speaks volumes. Before me sits a new group of storytellers moved to tell their own stories. I felt tired but it was a good day!