I was called many names, and like most people, some of them were not good. My nicknames were “Kermit” and “G”, other than the obvious use of my initials. For a moment, I want to talk about writing.

I think that I can say that I have written a lot, but it has always been with a purpose, such as an assignment, and following a format of writing for that purpose, such as lab report in science classes, or a project report during my engineering work. There are two aspects to writing that are new to me, and fairly scary as well. The first is writing what I think, and the second is sharing it with people. More than scary, sharing what I write has actually been terrifying to me.

I wrote a 120 page Doctoral research paper on Education, but it followed guidelines, specific entries about the topic designed to explain in a logical way the results observed, then draw conclusions from the entries. Logic always is a comfort to me. Yet, I am excited about being creative in anything that I do, but sharing my creativity in written form is way out of any comfort zone that I have ever had. In high school, I had one time where my English teach read aloud my essay, but thankfully, she never looked at me while reading it, and never said who wrote it. I was able to act surprised and pleased as everyone else at hearing this writing like it was new to me. I gave one speech in a class, and they thought I was nervous about speaking. I was nervous because I was reading something that I wrote. At least it was informational and not creative.

Recently, I have been motivated to write more, including starting two ideas for two different books. I shared one of them with only a few people so far, but will say I was incredibly nervous each time I handed off the paper with my story on it. All were family except for one friend. And then something completely unexpected happened. The friend greeted me at a small group gathering and said, “Hey, it’s my writing buddy.” I gave her as big of a hug as I have given anyone, because that was an identification that I have never had before, and never thought I would have. I am incredibly thankful that this person has entered my life, and in an unusual fashion. Truthfully, she is an unusual person, but has a unique way of affecting people. So this means I will keep on writing, trying to use the gifts I have in a new way. Only by continuing will we see how the story unfolds.

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