My dad passed away recently from ALS. I was lucky enough to be able to help take care of him during the last weeks of his life. I could tell a lot of good stories about my father, and some of them will probably come out in my blog or in books, but here’s an important one that I shared with my brothers and sisters recently.
When I was first trying to get published (I’d written a picture book manuscript) I sent it off to a dozen publishers, and they all rejected it. One night as I was walking to get the mail, I was thinking about this and wondered if I should really pursue writing or not. I’d always liked it, but then, I’d always liked dancing, singing, and acting, and I wasn’t trying to pursue a career as a dancer, a singer, or an actress. I wondered if writing should be put in the same category. I said a prayer, asking for direction.
I took the mail out and saw a letter from The New Era Magazine. I thought that was strange since we didn’t get The New Era. Then I opened the envelope and saw that it was an acceptance letter. I thought that was even stranger since I’d never submitted anything to them. Then I remembered that Dad had told me he was going to submit one of my short stories.
That incident was one of the few times my prayers have been immediately answered. I knew as I held that letter in my hand, that I was supposed to pursue writing.
The rest as they say is history. I’m glad I had such a supportive father.