Last Week I was interviewed by our local paper for the book I recently published. I think I had posted about it in April or May. Anyway the interview went good. I thought like always, (well, somewhat always), the write up would appear as a small little paragraph on one of the last pages.
Yesterday, after I returned home from my weekly luncheon deal with my friends the seven retired physicians, I came to my computer. There were several messages congratulating me on the write up about me. I hadn’t received the news paper yet so didn’t know anything about it. Then there were some calls and all of them gushing over, “nice photo, ” or great “write up”. I didn’t know what the hoopla was about. Then M came home and brought the newspaper in. He said, “Hey, you are on the front page!” My jaw dropped.
Sayeed my son was in the grocery store and at the checkout register, while he was paying the bill, he looked at the paper in the shelf near by, and sort of yelled ” OMG! That is my mom!” Small town people know all about every one, so many of the people at the registers shouted back saying, “We knoww!” Every one was giving high fives to Sayeed.
This afternoon Saadia my daughter texted me. She said, “A Facebook message from Dwain ‘Doc’ Preston.. I think you know him. He is a beloved retired teacher.” And she forwarded his message.
“PLEASE tell your mother that I. read the article in last night’s paper, AND that I bought a Kindle version and started reading it. I cannot tell you how much I. LOVE. THIS. BOOK!!!! I just keep reading it and highlighting something on almost every page. She has touched my heart!!!”
Isn’t that so sweet. I was humbled. Here is what I am talking about. If you want to read it, you can go to whig.com and read the article.