Names ‘R Important
“T-bone, the ladies are gonna’ love yah.”--- Jerry Seinfeld to
his friend George.
This line is from the 175th episode of Seinfeld “The
Maid”. Jerry’s friend George is sick of being called George. Albeit it’s his given
name. George wants a cool nickname. But no matter how hard he tries to get his
self-selected nickname ‘T-bone’—it never holds for George.
Something tells me some of us go through life truly not
appreciating our given birth names. I
know people who’ve gone and spent the money, having their names completely
changed. Yep. Usually, they are unmarried and do not have children—I’m speaking
of the ones I know who are not famous. Most that I know personally are women. I
didn’t come from that, neither the money to have that ability to do such.
Although getting married and staying married helped with half my name.
Even upon birth my name was doomed. But that’s not really
where it all began—it began at least in vivo. Yep, “I was busy running laps in
my mother’s belly. I was like, ‘Get me out of here!’” I told running coach Tom
Fleming the story about thirty years ago. He told me he believed the story. I
safely ejected from my mother’s womb into Dr. Loman’s hands after about twenty
minutes of labor—my mom’s that is. It was a head turner according to the
medical staff. Headfirst too. That’s how I normally approach most things.
The other shocker, really to my parents was—ehh hmm. I wasn’t
a replacement for one of the two sons my parents had lost. Oh well. They
scrambled for a name. My mother insisted I not be named after her. “Too tragic
of a figure”, she noted to my dad. He gave her a little guff on that. He told
me that when I was age forty-one.
As a child late at night as I was to sleep—I’d fantasize
saving the world. Then pray and ask God to help me help others. Fight wars I
would, I prayed. Yeah that was me as a seven-year-old. My parents never had a
clue , honestly they didn’t. I’d pray for God to make me like that Biblical
person I’d admired. This was something I’d never revealed till one day at age
forty-three I was on the phone with my ultra-running coach and friend Dante. We
were talking about logistics and what I was about attempt. I was so nervous six
weeks before the charity event I’d created, that my palms were sweating
endlessly most days when not running or working.
I’d get chills and sweaty palms. So much so it affected the
skin on my forearms—they were getting rashy. I even spoke with my
internist about it. He felt it was all the washing I’d done in-between sessions
with clients. It was making me drink more water per day than I could remember. The
skin on my forearms was painful to touch by midday at work, I’d nearly howl in
the bathroom in between sessions as I washed from elbows to fingertips.
As Dante, he in Florida and I in New Jersey spoke on the
phone about the charity event—
“I’m so nervous
Dante.”
“You know who
you remind me of?”
“No. Who?”
“You ever been
to Florence?”
“No. And never been to Europe at all.”
“There’s a
statue of King David. It reminds me of you.”
“You’re kidding
me.”
“No. You know
what it looks like?”
“No clue.”
“You need to
get a picture of it. It will give you courage.”
“I have to tell
you something Dante.”
“Yeah?”
“When I was a
kid, I used to envision myself as being close to God like King David. I never
told anyone this. But I used to ask God to make me like King David. I thought
if I could be like anyone it would be him.”
“Whoa.”
“Yeah. It gets
even weirder.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I found
out about ten years ago that my parents were ready to name me David upon my
birth. But then, I came out a girl. The way they ended up calling me Jody-Lynn,
was that the name is from Texas.
“Really? Who’s
in Texas?”
“Well, I don’t
know her. But my dad and mom were friends with this couple in San Antonio. Their
daughter was named Jody-Lynn. Evidently, my parents adored her. So, I was then named after her. She would be
about five to seven years older than I am now.”
“Huh.”
“Gets better.
So, my Uncle David I never met. He died at age three. I was to be named after
him.”
“Wow. You had
no clue about all this?”
“Not till I was
in my thirties.”
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