Writing stories of experiences or making your own seems to be a natural thing for humans.  Many never do it, though they think of it, and many do it without ever sharing what was written.

My experience this summer has been spinal surgery.  Lots of fun!  But in my journey toward healing, I’ve met some extraordinary people.  And they write! I decided not to use names because I didn’t ask permission for this blog.

After my surgery at the Oklahoma Heart Hospital South, in Oklahoma City, I met a nurse who had written a children’s book about a child who’s family lives in two different houses due to divorce or separation.  Children all over the country deal with this problem most of their lives.  It’s common, but is a problem that needs to be dealt with and she did it in a kind and common-sense manner.  The boy in the book talked about the good things at both houses and it was obvious that the parents put the child first. A beautiful story about life.

While still at the hospital, the Chaplin came in to check on me and pray with me if I wanted.  He asked if I had questions before he left.  My eyes were drawn to the pins on his lapel – of a Star Trek emblem.  He was a trekkie! I asked him about it, and he was a sci-fi fan.  And with a little prodding I found he was a writer.  He had a manuscript in the bottom drawer somewhere that no one had ever seen.  I encouraged him to get it out and refresh it.  He seemed pleased to tell someone that.

While in physical therapy for the last 3 weeks, I met a young man who was hanging out at his father’s physical therapy clinic.  He was thirteen, an athlete, and hung around in the morning after football practice – then went with his mom later in the day.  He was very easy to talk to. One day I noticed he had written a book that was for sale at the clinic – and of course I bought it.  We had something in common.  We were writers.  Once we started talking about writing he instantly asked me what genre I wrote.  Well, I have several. The next day I brought a copy of all my books for him to choose one. He didn’t pick the one I expected for a boy his age.  But I hope he enjoys it.

Writers are everywhere.  Since the dawn of time writers have been carving on cave walls and telling their stories – some true, some not.  But they had a story to tell and they told it.  I hope these three talented people continue with their writing and get that story out there for the world to read.

So many books, so little time.  What are you reading this week?