Each of us has a special talent.
Some of us find our talents and gently, patiently polish them. Others toil their lives away, never knowing what they could have been.
I write.
I can never remember a time in my life without books. My mother always read to me and took me to the library. A wonderful place where I discovered the magic of new worlds.
I cannot imagine my life without books. Holding a bound copy in my hand. Turning the pages, only to find new revelations. Inspiration. Communication.
Not everyone is a writer, just as not everyone is a doctor or a firefighter. But I pity the person who has not yet discovered the joy of reading.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
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