May 2022 Shout Out Newsletter
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Member Spotlight
Speech Contestant Stories
Peak Inside Some of Our Clubs
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Member Spotlight
From Silenced to Storyteller
Jaleh Siyan found her voice (again) through Toastmasters
Growing up in Iran, there were no opportunities for children and teenagers to speak publicly. However, as a child, I was privileged to find that opportunity in the Baha’i faith where I developed my confidence as a speaker.
Leaving my home country at age 22 and moving to Brazil meant learning a new language – Portuguese. It was quite challenging. The language barrier resulted in no opportunities for public speaking for me at all. I felt silenced once again. But I learned the language, graduated from university, traveled, and built a career.
I moved to the U.S. in 2004 with some English-speaking skills acquired through university and my job. I could communicate but I knew my grammar wasn’t all it could be. Leaving work one evening, I saw a flyer promoting a Toastmasters meeting. Without hesitation, I attended and knew I had found a platform to help me get back to my old practice of public speaking! The grammarian’s feedback was especially helpful for me to improve my English-speaking skills.
By participating fully in all that Toastmasters offers, I have also developed leadership and networking skills. Until COVID hit, I organized monthly meetings and the celebration of International Women’s Day (March 8th) in the Baha’i Center. The leadership skills I learned at Toastmasters apply in many areas of my life.
As I worked through the program, I discovered my love of storytelling. It has inspired me to use my voice to take these skills to teenagers and help them create their own stories based on lessons learned from daily life.
I am now pursuing Pathways because there is always more to learn. It is an opportunity to learn workshops and practices that I have not done before.
Jaleh Siyah earned her Distinguished Toastmaster Award in November 2020. She is a member of Clearwater Community Toastmasters in Clearwater, Florida.
Speech Contestant Stories
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The Motivational-Speaker Smackdown
Originally published by John Bowe in The New York Times Magazine, Sept. 30, 2011
Jock Elliott paced the events room of Bally’s Hotel in Las Vegas. Sixty-four years old, with a silver mustache and mild features, Elliott flew in a week before from Brisbane, Australia. The jet lag had worn off, but it was 6:10 a.m., and he had had only one cup of coffee — in a paper cup no less. “I hate coffee in paper cups,” he said. “It’s appalling. So uncivilized.”
In two hours, Elliott would try, yet again, to win the World Championship of Public Speaking, sponsored by a group called the Toastmasters International. Elliott, a “Toastie” since 1975, had lost in the finals six times before. His first defeat occurred in 1990, in Dallas, where he spoke about John F. Kennedy. Later, he noted it might have worked better in another city. In 1994, his speech was called “Que Sera.” It began: “When I was just a little boy, I asked my mother, what will I be? Will I be handsome? Will I be rich? Here’s what she said to me. She said no.”
Elliott, who quit his sales job 13 years ago and has been trying to make a living solely as a public speaker ever since, was also a finalist in 2006. In an otherwise strong speech about his pregnant grandmother’s heroic efforts to survive a bush fire in Tasmania, he made the mistake of saying the words “two fat ladies.” “There was a sort of mixed tooth-sucking that passed through the audience,” he said.
This morning, Elliott surveyed the competition as they practiced their routines. Onstage, Scott Pritchard jogged in place, panting with arms extended, imploring 2,000 empty seats in a husky voice, “What do you do” (pause) “when you’re pursuing your dream” (pause, breath) “and you’re faced with adversity?”
Olivia Schofield, four yards away but seemingly unaware of Pritchard, reached for a case covered in black velveteen. She slyly lifted the fabric to reveal a teddy bear. It was Rodrick, the little guy who helped her get over her childhood problem with the letter R. (Her speech is called “Wodwick.”) Looking into the distance above the seats, in a tremulous voice, she asked the imaginary crowd-to-be: “Is there something limiting you? Marking you as a failure?”
Speeches are a serious business for this crowd. Some of the participants were once unable to address strangers. Today most are seeking careers in motivational speaking. And at the championship, they were judged on content, clarity, humor, body language and rhetorical dynamism by Toastmaster luminaries. The prize: just a trophy and a title. No money.
At 8 a.m., the crowd, an assembly of Toastmasters from more than 50 countries, gathered in the events room to watch the competition. At audience level, front row, stage right, a stoplight cycled from green to yellow to red. At Minute 5, it turned green; 6 to 7, yellow. At red, a speaker had 30 seconds to wind down. Schofield (and Rodrick) elicited enormous laughs imitating her R-challenged self at an audition for “Cats” and singing her version of Queen’s “We Will Wock You.” But she went 15 seconds too long and was disqualified.
By the time it was Elliott’s turn, he felt good about his odds of winning. The speech he was about to give, “Just So Lucky,” was a reworking of one he first wrote in 1993. Since then, he has changed it 26 times. While the other speeches relied on props and histrionics, Elliott’s was much quieter. “I was very conscious that the style of it, the physical stillness and vocal quietness, would be at variance with the others, and that would either work for or against me.” However, he said: “The speech was worth doing and the message worth saying. Besides, I’m sick to death of the bloody Barnum and Bailey circus.”
Speeches are a serious business for this crowd. Some of the participants were once unable to address strangers. Today most are seeking careers in motivational speaking. And at the championship, they were judged on content, clarity, humor, body language and rhetorical dynamism by Toastmaster luminaries. The prize: just a trophy and a title. No money.
At 8 a.m., the crowd, an assembly of Toastmasters from more than 50 countries, gathered in the events room to watch the competition. At audience level, front row, stage right, a stoplight cycled from green to yellow to red. At Minute 5, it turned green; 6 to 7, yellow. At red, a speaker had 30 seconds to wind down. Schofield (and Rodrick) elicited enormous laughs imitating her R-challenged self at an audition for “Cats” and singing her version of Queen’s “We Will Wock You.” But she went 15 seconds too long and was disqualified.
By the time it was Elliott’s turn, he felt good about his odds of winning. The speech he was about to give, “Just So Lucky,” was a reworking of one he first wrote in 1993. Since then, he has changed it 26 times. While the other speeches relied on props and histrionics, Elliott’s was much quieter. “I was very conscious that the style of it, the physical stillness and vocal quietness, would be at variance with the others, and that would either work for or against me.” However, he said: “The speech was worth doing and the message worth saying. Besides, I’m sick to death of the bloody Barnum and Bailey circus.”
Speeches are a serious business for this crowd. Some of the participants were once unable to address strangers. Today most are seeking careers in motivational speaking. And at the championship, they were judged on content, clarity, humor, body language and rhetorical dynamism by Toastmaster luminaries. The prize: just a trophy and a title. No money.
At 8 a.m., the crowd, an assembly of Toastmasters from more than 50 countries, gathered in the events room to watch the competition. At audience level, front row, stage right, a stoplight cycled from green to yellow to red. At Minute 5, it turned green; 6 to 7, yellow. At red, a speaker had 30 seconds to wind down. Schofield (and Rodrick) elicited enormous laughs imitating her R-challenged self at an audition for “Cats” and singing her version of Queen’s “We Will Wock You.” But she went 15 seconds too long and was disqualified.
By the time it was Elliott’s turn, he felt good about his odds of winning. The speech he was about to give, “Just So Lucky,” was a reworking of one he first wrote in 1993. Since then, he has changed it 26 times. While the other speeches relied on props and histrionics, Elliott’s was much quieter. “I was very conscious that the style of it, the physical stillness and vocal quietness, would be at variance with the others, and that would either work for or against me.” However, he said: “The speech was worth doing and the message worth saying. Besides, I’m sick to death of the bloody Barnum and Bailey circus.”
Elliott took his place on the stage, his toes right up against the edge. “If I joined Twitter or Facebook,” he began, “I could have hundreds of brand-new friends. But how many of them would roll out of bed at 3 o’clock in the morning and come to my aid?” Elliott talked at 102 words a minute, allowing for longer than normal pauses for the larger than normal room. He spoke at length about the love he has for his wife, whom he met at Toastmasters and married at age 42.
He then asked the members of the audience to consider their own loved ones. “Feel their warmth, feel their friendship, feel the ties that bind. And if we treasure these ties” — his light went red — “we’ll have all the luck we’ll ever need.” (Pause.) “And we won’t need Facebook!”
The applause was followed, per contest rules, by several moments of silence for the judges to complete their tallies. Elliott had won and was called up to make an acceptance speech. “No problem,” he said. “I’d only been playing with it in my head for about 40 years.” Afterward, he headed back to the greenroom for a moment alone. “I had a little cry,” he said. “I just thought: What a blessed relief. I’ve not been barking up the wrong tree.”