The Pros and Cons of Being Very Quiet

This is a Redwood stump surrounded by its children. It must have been cut a long time ago judging by the notch that looks like an eye. Loggers cut these notches and stuck planks in them then stood on the planks to work their two man crosscuts.
Today I was wondering if my life would have been much different if I had not had such a quiet voice. I actually can raise my voice, but as a child my mother kindly advised me that I sounded like a 'Billingsgate fish wife' when I raised my voice. I had never heard a Billingsgate fish wife, and never will now as I think Billingsgate no longer exists, but I did get the message that it was not a genteel or desirable sound. So I talk quietly and don't get heard. My mousy little squeak dissolves ineffectually into the air as does my mousy little image, so eminently forgetable. Probably this is a good thing.
I suppose that being quiet does not mean having no voice. The people who sat in the Redwood trees spoke with their actions. Apart from holding up an occasional peace sign I do not speak through action. I stay in deep cover and throw my thoughts and stories into the void of the internet........