Lying in bed reading one of the three books I’m currently absorbing, “Chicken Soup for the Writer’s Soul”…my wife lays her book down and says good night. The three children are in bed, our youngest, Joshua, hasn’t felt well today–sore throat and stuffy nose. As I delve into another encouraging story of a struggling writer determined to make his mark on the world, I hear a faint “Mom”…’mom”…. Quickly, I spring out of bed to prevent my wife from waking up. Joshua states he feels like he’s going to throw up and asks if I’ll stay with him until he does. Thinking fast, I run downstairs for a bucket, a wash cloth, and the thermometer and return. He doesn’t have a fever but he’s unable to sleep; I also retrieved a folding chair so I could keep watch and sit in his room while I continue reading…waiting for the inevitable. His tummy is rumbling and he’s a T minus 10 and counting. I told him to try closing his eyes and maybe sleep will come and the event will pass him by.
I continue reading and hear the rumble of an early Spring storm, and the rain begins gently spitting at the windows. I read the awesome story of a young cook in the Coast Guard who was determined to become a writer. He spent much of his time writing letters for fellow servicemen who needed beautiful letters and poems written to their sweethearts; later he hung out at bars hoping to run into publishers and developed a writing interview style still used by Playboy today. This incredible soul, Alex Haley would later publish works which sold copies in the millions and was adapted for the big screen and television….this was the author of “Roots!” A cough and a sputter arrests my attention from the book as I lunge for the bucket. His prediction now a reality and his supper successfully transferred to the bucket, I dab his mouth with the moistened wash cloth and help him get settled once again. Pfit, pfet, drip, drip, the rumble of tummy and thunder now decrescendo into the night and resolve into a rhythmic snoring and a tick tock of the train clock hanging on his bedroom wall.
Returning to the Soup of My Soul…I finish up the story of Alex Haley and another rumble begins. A rumbling thought–am I a writer? I’ve journaled the last 20 years of my life. I love and appreciate the power of words. I remember my 3rd grade teacher encouraging me in my attempts at poetry, my junior high English teachers praises, and some great books on writing. One book in particular is Mary Pipher’s “Writing to Change the World” ~ awesome book and a woman after my own heart. I am always inspired to write when I view events like the people in the Middle East who desire freedoms and the ability to consume and share information, to express themselves without censorship. When I hear of people who rise from obscurity to heights of accomplishment like President Barak Obama, and J.K. Rowling, I have renewed hope for humanity–the common, everyday person. I also feel my journalistic side desire to be the voice of those who live in third world impoverished and underprivileged conditions. There are many blessed with so much, but there are also so many with too little in this world.
The snoring, the tick tocking, and now my longing to write join together in a rumble symphony with hope for the future that my son will awaken feeling better, and that this long winter will soon be over, and that I may someday I may use my gift of passion for words to help those in great need; to be a voice for the speechless or unheard. May all who read be mindful and aware that life, while short, offers in each day an opportunity to observe, record, contribute, and give. Blessings and health to you all!
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- New generation to discover ‘Roots’ with enhanced ebook (thegrio.com)
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