My mother presents me with a box of childhood memorabilia she’s found while preparing for a move. In it are my report cards from grade school through high school. Amused, I read them all. I’m teary-eyed, drawn to one that suggests that I’m a talented writer and expresses hope that I do something with my skill. I’ve been fighting it for years but isn’t it remarkable how we ultimately arrive at who we really are?
A little girl with a big imagination.
She thought up many stories.
Humour . Suspense . Drama .
She thought of it all. And, she wrote. In writing, she found her voice.
Eventually, she grew up.
Too bad grown-ups don’t like stories.
What’s that you say…
You like stories? And, you’re a grown up??
Indeed, stories are timeless.
Inspiring … Unforgettable … Some of our best lessons come from stories.