I was watching an interview and the host asked the celebrity interviewee to tell the audience something about themselves that no one else knew. At least something that wasn’t common knowledge (maybe a couple of other people know and that’s okay!). A secret talent.
Sounds like fun, doesn’t it? So let’s do it!
I put the question to you, dearest BFFs: What is one secret talent that few (if any) know about?
I’ll go first, but you have to PROMISE to go next and write your answer in the comment section below. Deal? Deal.
Hmm. Something about me you don’t know. I’m been told I’m so transparent in my writing that everyone in the world knows the color of my underwear on any given day. Nuh-uh! That’s only because when I bend over, my grannies peek out above my jeans waistband, not because I told you. (Or maybe I did … they’re purple today.)
Okay, back to the challenge: something about me you don’t know. By golly, I’ve got it! You might have known I’m a professional pianist, professional writer, and professional occupational therapist, but did you know I’m a professional magician? I am! Or was once upon a time …
When my son Matthew was 6 and my daughter Cricket was almost 4, we formed a magic act called The Great Cotini’s (our last name is Coty) where we did about a dozen little magic tricks telling biblical stories and principles. Like how God’s love would never disappear (we made a paper birdie disappear), how we become new and different when we ask Jesus into our hearts (created a chemical reaction like a volcano erupting when I mixed two household cleaning products together), and when Cricket’s sock amazingly jumped off her foot and somehow into my pocket, we told how the audience how they could ask Jesus to come live in their hearts. (Maybe a bit of a stretch, but somehow it worked!)
We wore homemade (crude but colorful) capes and tall top hats (could never seem to pull a bunny out of one though). I was Mama Cotini, Matthew was Cotini Junior, and little Crickie-Doodles was Teeny Weenie Cotini. (I don’t know why Italian names sound so much more … well, magical!)
After performing for our neighborhood kids and each of my kids’ Sunday School classes, (we were actually a big hit!), we were invited to bring the Great Cotini’s to several other churches and do command performances at schools and community events. AND THEY PAID US (which makes us professionals)! Sorta. Mostly a nominal “thank you” $25 fee, but one of the schools paid us in gobs of bubble gum. We were thrilled.
So if you ever need fun, clean, entertainment for your next Bible Study or church potluck … um, don’t call us. Teeny Weenie Cotini is now almost 40 and too busy searching for the socks lost in the dryer by her own Teeny Weenies.
Okay, your turn! What’s a fun fact about you the sisterhood of BFFs don’t yet know? C’mon – spill your secret talent!
I write poetry, if you can call it that. i just wrote one for the Mother’s at my church and just finished one for the Dad’s for Father’s Day.
Fathers Day is special, because our Dad’s are too. This is the time to thank them for everything they do.( For you benefit This is just the first verse. There are 3 more).
Judy, I’d love to see some of your poems – I think you tried to include one in your reply but somehow it didn’t make it. Could you try again? Hugs!
For several years my husband was a beekeeper, we had three hives in our backyard. I was quite interested in his new hobby and read books on beekeeping. It is fascinating! However, I am not brave around the bees themselves. I helped him harvest the honey in our garage with all the windows closed so no bees would get inside. One hot summer day there was a swarm, where the queen leaves the hive with most of the thousands of bees in her hive in search of a new home! I was home alone and knew how to catch a swam, but could I get up the courage!!! Lord, help me! I covered myself from head to toe and headed out. Sweating bullets, shaking in my sneakers I proceeded to go through the steps. When my husband came home I told him proudly what had happened. He was shocked! I confessed I was more afraid of telling him I hadn’t tried than I was of the bees. ?
What a great story, Paula! I’m quite sure I couldn’t keep my calm around bees. A swarm settled in one of our neighbor’s trees for a couple days as you said, looking for a new home. I was terrified to go anywhere near there. My hat’s off to you for your courage under fire, girlfriend!
Can’t top that one.! What a wonderful picture of teaching the little ones and possibly their parents about the Lord in such a fun, magical way?
Most people don’t know that I earned my Black Belt and taught Taekwondo until I was forty three. In one tournament I was competing in the Senior Division and a lady punched me in the face and broke my nose. By the way, that’s illegal. You have to punch below the neck. She was disqualified and I won even though I lost. The Master grab my nose and set it while I was still on the mat. This tournament happened to be out of town. By the time I drove to the hospital 2 hours later the x-rays showed the break was perfectly lined up! It wasn’t long after that I retired. I had to have back surgery.
Still miss Taekwondo and also teaching ladies self defense. The best defense is to knowing the Lord?
Wow, Marsha, that’s an amazing talent and an amazing story! Glad your nose recovered so quickly, too. Wise instructor, for sure.
For heaven’s sake, Marsha! I’d say you gave your all for your sport! I’ll bet you could find a bunch of ladies at your church who would gladly line up for a Taekwondo class from you – I know I would! I’m glad your nose turned out okay.
I have a motorcycle license. Never had a motorcycle, but did have a scooter and wanted to have my daughter on it with me, so needed a license to have a passenger. So took the test which took me 2 hours to drive to the town, in my county, that did the tests. Each way.
So you’re a secret motorcycle mama, eh, Robin? I used to get a thrill out of riding my neighbor’s dirt bike when we were teens, but had to stop when he accidentally drove it into the pond. A scooter would be fun! Do you still have it?
How creative you’ve always been, Deb. I can just picture the Cotinis and their Bible lessons. Here’s my little known tale: In the sixth grade a boy dared me to jump off the 2nd story fire escape at Jackson Heights Elementary in Tampa (and he bet $10 that I wouldn’t). So, I jumped and my sisters (who are twins) stood below on the schoolyard lawn and thought: “If Cheryl dies, Mama will kill us.” Sadly, the boy didn’t pay the bet because he said I jumped from the landing rather than the railing. I think I might have fractured a few ribs because it hurt for six months. And now you know why I’m only 5’0 tall.
Cheryl! Oh. My. Gosh. I can’t believe you DID it! No, yes I can. Because that sounds very Cheryl-like to me. Did you or your sisters ever tell your parents? Shame on that turkey boy for renigging on his bet! If you run into him at a class reunion, you should pester him all night until he pays up.