This post has very little do with serving.
How strongly do you feel about your name?
I mean, it defines you. It characterizes you. Your name is who you are.
Some names are precieved strong, some weak, some smart, some stupid.
Some names have elaborate meanings and some are simple and to the point.
Names can go back thousands of years in history, or made up in the drop of a hat.
Some names are passed down through families, some names are changed because they hate their families.
Personally, I don’t feel the STRONGEST connection to my name. I was named after Cassandra Peterson, aka Elvira. My mom was in the hospital after I was born and the show came on. Voila! Insant baby name!
My Step-Sister shares my name. Weird coincidence, right? She is Kassandra, I am Cassandra.
When she was 4 and I was 6, right before our parents married, she proclaimed… “I AM KASSANDRA. NOT YOU!!!”
My Superior Intellectual Ability at age 6 simply shrugged and said ‘OK’.
My mom has called me Cassy as far back as I can possibly remember.
No big loss for me!
There is a problem with Cassy though. It gets misheard in 99% of verbal interactions
“Hi Guys! Welcome to _____! My name is Cassy and I will be taking care of you this afternoon!”
“Cathy?”
“Cassy.”
“CASEY?”
“C-A-S-S-Y!”
“oh. ok.”
And I’m already off to a bad start.
I’ve tried using Cassandra. After 22 years programming of not listening when that name is called, it’s mighty hard to start back up again.
Even that has problems.
“ca-SAN-druh”
is like nails on a chalkboard to me.
“Ca-SAUN-dra”
is the correct way, people!
get with my program here!
