“You never know what part of your story will be part of someone else’s healing.”
Jennifer Williamson
Altitude sickness is no joke! When my friends and I traveled to Peru, we boated on Lake Titicaca to the floating Uros Islands. The indigenous people welcomed us warmly, while teaching us about their culture. As we sat listening to their stories from the past, it was evident that little had changed in three thousand years.
Gradually though, my vision tunneled, and the voices around me became muffled. I began to feel nauseous and lightheaded. When we boarded the boat to take us back to Puno, I noticed that a few more in our group suffered the same symptoms; our guide informed us we had altitude sickness.
Before the trip back to Puno, the boat docked at one of the islands, which had a general store, so a few from our group went exploring. Those of us not feeling well either needed oxygen, or to just lie down. As we were strewn about the boat, we all began sharing stories.
“See this scar on my forehead? I was in a car accident in India. I didn’t think I was that injured until my husband said he could see my skull!” one woman recollected. “Have any of you noticed I am missing an index finger?” I asked. I then shared that fateful July day of my biking accident. This time was reminiscent of the film, Jaws, when the dudes on the boat were showing off their scars!
Stories told of their mothers, grandfathers...story after story…it was like a flood gate releasing our imperfect lives; those moments united us, and our friendships deepened. Our shared altitude sickness made us vulnerable, and I am grateful. Our vulnerability glorified our flaws. We absorbed each other's tales like a sponge to water. We exchanged a piece of ourselves with one another. We shared our scars, and it was beautiful.
Mariska Hargitay wrote, “By coming forward and sharing your story, you don't know the countless lives you change.” I think I truly learned more about myself through the stories from the group. Exposing our vulnerabilities actually made me stronger. The Yin and Yang…in order to know one, we have to also know the other.
The more you share, the more you connect. You do not have to carry anything alone. You are never alone.
I took the featured photo as we approached the islands!