The Power of the Written Word

Yesterday I attended my mother's nuclear family's Christmas get-together. There are six siblings; their parents have been gone for over 35 years. This year their number was down by one very important member - their baby brother who lost his battle with brain cancer earlier in the year.

Before the meal, my mother read a story she had written about an incident from their childhood. I enjoyed looking around the room while my mother read to see her siblings nodding in agreement and even interrupting with exclamations of veracity. They were transported to another time and place.

The conclusion of my mother's reading met with applause and thanks. When she said she had copies for everyone, delight shown on all their faces. Hers was a gift that was the right size, color, and appreciated.

We write, write, write to perfect our reach our goal of have an impact on the world. Yesterday reminded me that all writing matters, not the size of your audience.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Great story! One of my goals for this Christmas season was to get everyone to share at least one story from Christmases past, but alas, it didn't happen. So....maybe for next year I'll ask everyone to WRITE his or her favorite memory to share.

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