There are those defining moments in a person’s life when your life shifts perceptively.
A marriage, a divorce, the birth of a child, the loss of a loved one, troubled waters, the stillness of your soul, war or cautious peace.
I’m willing to bet each and every one of us has experienced one, maybe even more of these so far in our lives.
Living is sometimes the most joyous and at the same time terrifying thing we get to do as a Human.
Considering the alternative of checking out and putting an end to it all, which saddens me to say some of our fellow Humans have done, we all live our lives as best we can.
But then there’s that moment, that oh so darned special moment when your life changes forever.
That one day, an old geezer like me suddenly realizes that for the last nine months I have had the complete pleasure to have made the acquaintance of some of the most wonderful people in, and all over this world, of ours.
Nowhere else, and in any other time could I have, or would I have ever had the opportunity to rub elbows with some of the most caring, sensitive, funny, outrageous, tender, rough and tumble, introverted, wildly extroverted and brilliant writers such as you.
To list all of your names here in this article would be crazy, but let’s just say you know who you are. Also, there might be one of you reading this that I’ve not had the pleasure of meeting. And I don’t want to miss that chance by unintentional exclusion.
What you don’t know, probably because I’ve never told you, is how much your work and your interaction with me has meant to me. You all are like the brothers and sisters I have longed for all these years.
Aside from my beautiful wife whom I adore and will gladly take a bullet for, and my four daughters, all of the family members on my side have passed away. I had one severely estranged brother who was three years older who passed away several years ago.
To coin a phrase from Agatha Christi: “And Then There Were None”.
For so many years, I was kind of like that loaner kid on the playground who couldn’t manage to strike up a friendship, and so kept to himself.
Until I met you, folks.
One, by one I got the opportunity to communicate with you. One by one I read your works and you read mine, and I can’t even begin to tell you all how my heart flutters in my chest each time you drop me a comment. Each time you mentor me or offer assistance and guidance.
Aside from spending each day loving a woman who actually saved me from myself, spending time in front of my computer each day cranking out something I hope you’ll love to read is the happiest moment of my life.
Oh, and it also drives me crazy just a little bit. Just a bit.
And my lovely wife knows this (she’s always known about the crazy part) and yet is perfectly willing to share me with each of you, every day.
Because she knows without my writing I’d be nothing in this world.
What’s so cool is that deep down, I’m sensing that with most of you, writing completes you as well. Without it, you’d probably be lost.
For me, this ah-ha moment was simply amazing and although it took nine months of writing, I’ve come to realize that you wonderful, wonderful, wonderful people have been right there in the trenches with me the entire time.
Helping me, helping others, helping yourself. A band of writing warriors each doing the best we can to move forward.
You have helped me become aware, your words have lifted the veils on my eyes and assisted me in looking at problems I knew existed and just didn’t want to deal with or think too hard about it.
You have shared your lives with me, and I’m am so eternally grateful and a far better man because of it.
I am so genuinely excited for the upcoming year and I can’t believe I’m actually saying this.
At my age, life had pretty much become a monotonous grind. Each year fell into the next, and the next, and the next. Perhaps I was just putting in the time until it came time to punch out.
But not anymore.
When I reflect on these past nine months of steady writing, and the glorious things I have read, and the wonderful writers I have met, I start thinking wow, what will the next nine months bring?
So I started this emotional rant with a wish and I’m going to end it with one.
To all the writers I happen to know, and to the ones I have yet to meet and strike up a bond, regardless of your sex or gender, your age, your disabilities or lack thereof, your language (if it’s other than English — teach me how to read and write it) or your religion.
Think about this.
What wonderfully magical things will we all bring to bear in the new year? How will we all reach out and help each other? What words will we write which will touch someone’s heart, or make them look in a direction they before refused to look?
Time and words will tell.
So from my heart to yours.
Here’s wishing you the very best and safest holiday season in the world and let’s all get ready to release the words and let them flow next year.
Come on 2020, bring it!
Who’s with me?
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