I’m participating in the Please Allow Me To Re-Introduce Myself blogfest today hosted by Stephen Tremp, Carolyn Brown, Mark Koopmans and Elise Fallson. Basically you share something about yourself, no matter the subject, with your viewing audience. So I get to
bore apprise you of a detail that you may or may not already know about me. So sit back, grab your lattes and biscotti and try not to yawn.
One day when I was in the first grade, I wrote my thought of the day, as the class was often asked to do. We could even draw a picture to go along with our piece. As my teacher, Ms. Hutchinson, came around our desks checking out our work, she seemed to be really interested in my paper.
Sometime afterwards, Ms. Hutchinson, took me down to the office and as six-year-old, I was terrified. Since I was always an obedient child, I kept going over in my mind what I could have possibly done to warrant a trip to see the principal.
Anxiety turned to delight as the principal and my teacher bestowed praise upon me and presented me with a certificate of merit for the piece I had written. From what I remember, it was only two or three short sentences and pertained to God’s love but I guess they couldn’t believe someone my age could convey such thoughts.
I was excited that I had received the award, but I was more amazed at their reactions to what I had written. I had moved them and that’s when I knew I loved writing. That was my aha moment.