How do you start to tell your story? It all begins with a single step…
My four daughters (ages 25, 17 and twins that are 13) know Humphrey Bogart is my favorite actor from what I consider the Golden Age of Hollywood… I’m a writer and even wrote a blog piece about Bogie about how though I like John Wayne, too… Bogart was best.
He looked at her across the fire, the flame’s dance of light and shadow on the stone wall, as she sat with her head down. He turned his back to the fire and looked out into the night. “The road seems so much longer when we have no dreams to believe. And we have no destination… life has no purpose.” He heard the steady sound of water running down the mountain and knew it would wear away more rock. “It stayed that way until I decided one day to start walking and not stop until I found what I sought.”
We stared at her…she was an Amazon; regally tall and as far above us as the moon over mud. But I was committed to my plan.
“No!” she screamed and was on the verge of giving up. Then she remembered something a wise man, the leader of her group, had told her… it was such an important lesson…
As it shot higher than she was tall it was as if the tree stooped a bit to lift her from the ground and hold her as they grew and looked out over their world.
“It takes three dates before you get to do that.” he lied.
The hand came from the page…
“Life was as delicate as the paper held in her hand.” Lessons learned… from what was found in the old trunk.
Strange things had been going on since Timmy came home from the hospital after his accident.