If one hundred people read my work I will be satisfied with
the thought. Many years ago a readership of one hundred persons would have been
remarkable. Something Milton, Shelley, or Keats would be proud of. “Wow my
words have been repeated in the minds of one hundred others”, what more could
one ask for? We write, so that we may ask ourselves “is this all of me on this
page” and if it is, will you, the reader indulge in the thought that “you and I
are not so different”. Whatever comes out on the page is there so that others
can feel it is their own. The words I put together were taught to me by others,
so that you might find something of value within them.
My sincerest thanks for the kind comments and the open hearts, the responses I
have received is beyond what I have hoped for.