Now that I’ve read The Hotel thus far, I thought I’d come back for its precursor, The Diner.
And then I saw this.
I gave up Twitter for a very long while, couldn’t handle it after the mid-terms, politics became even more of a nightmare, and Twitter did too. Plus, had some other stuff going on that I needed to deal with at home, my son’s health, work, etc.
But since I left, I have missed these stories. There weren’t many Twitter accounts like yours. Your stories were always so uplifting. I really loved reading them and followed you prior to that for several years.
This story is an example of why. And this one really struck a chord...
Funny how a small conversation can turn into such a meaningful quest. You made that boy’s day and that mama’s year.
I had someone do that for me once. My brand new boss offered me a lifeline at the lowest point of my life, after I let him know I was between a rock and a hard place. 10 years later I still work for him and probably will until I retire. He is family, and I think he feels the same, as I have always tried to give him my best work.
These stories connect us as humans and they point to the goodness we all long for - at least those of us who have come across a few major stumbling stones in our path and can be honest that we don’t have it all figured out and might need a little help along the way. A need met, a wish fulfilled, a light in the darkness. So gratifying. It’s the best of what humans can do and be.
But writing stories is a hard thing to do. It forces us to lay down our egos and talk about what is real. Though, ironically, or maybe predictably, that is where the connection is.
Reminds me of a quote by Red Smith: “There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.”
As hard as it must be sometimes, thanks for sharing your gift of doing just that.
I finally had a chance to sit down and read all of your stories and I remember when you posted this on Twitter, I cried then and I’m crying now. Thank you for sharing your gift and your light with us. Happy New Year to you and your son.
Good things happen to good people! You are good people. Sometimes it takes a while but eventually it comes back to you. I too was a single parent and wanted to give the loves of my life that one thing too. Somehow I managed to do it every time. I’m not sure how I managed with money tight and them growing up when toys were in such demand that they were nearly impossible to find. Maybe it was light I don’t know but at times it felt like divine intervention or something.
I don't remember this story when you originally posted it but I'm very glad that you reposted it. I also wanted to say that I enjoy your writing style. It's clear and clean, not overly cluttered but not obtuse, transparent and engaging. Thank you.
Now that I’ve read The Hotel thus far, I thought I’d come back for its precursor, The Diner.
And then I saw this.
I gave up Twitter for a very long while, couldn’t handle it after the mid-terms, politics became even more of a nightmare, and Twitter did too. Plus, had some other stuff going on that I needed to deal with at home, my son’s health, work, etc.
But since I left, I have missed these stories. There weren’t many Twitter accounts like yours. Your stories were always so uplifting. I really loved reading them and followed you prior to that for several years.
This story is an example of why. And this one really struck a chord...
Funny how a small conversation can turn into such a meaningful quest. You made that boy’s day and that mama’s year.
I had someone do that for me once. My brand new boss offered me a lifeline at the lowest point of my life, after I let him know I was between a rock and a hard place. 10 years later I still work for him and probably will until I retire. He is family, and I think he feels the same, as I have always tried to give him my best work.
These stories connect us as humans and they point to the goodness we all long for - at least those of us who have come across a few major stumbling stones in our path and can be honest that we don’t have it all figured out and might need a little help along the way. A need met, a wish fulfilled, a light in the darkness. So gratifying. It’s the best of what humans can do and be.
But writing stories is a hard thing to do. It forces us to lay down our egos and talk about what is real. Though, ironically, or maybe predictably, that is where the connection is.
Reminds me of a quote by Red Smith: “There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.”
As hard as it must be sometimes, thanks for sharing your gift of doing just that.
I finally had a chance to sit down and read all of your stories and I remember when you posted this on Twitter, I cried then and I’m crying now. Thank you for sharing your gift and your light with us. Happy New Year to you and your son.
This is beautiful.
goodness - read on twitter last time and now here. must stop reading at sleep time-2nd article and tears. what a wonderful story
Oh my gosh, what a beautiful, well told(cery) story. You just have this way of letting us feel like we're right there with you. Absolutely beautiful!
I love this story. I am lucky enough to say I have lived this story. Thanks.
Loved this.
One of my favorites!
Good things happen to good people! You are good people. Sometimes it takes a while but eventually it comes back to you. I too was a single parent and wanted to give the loves of my life that one thing too. Somehow I managed to do it every time. I’m not sure how I managed with money tight and them growing up when toys were in such demand that they were nearly impossible to find. Maybe it was light I don’t know but at times it felt like divine intervention or something.
Beautiful ❤️
This is poetry.
Double love this!
I had read this before, but it is so much better the second time around.
I knew I would get the emotional chills and tears and nasal congestion from reading it again but I couldn’t stop.
Thank you Hoarse for your gift of writing that grabs your heart (as I blow my nose.)
I don't remember this story when you originally posted it but I'm very glad that you reposted it. I also wanted to say that I enjoy your writing style. It's clear and clean, not overly cluttered but not obtuse, transparent and engaging. Thank you.
What a beautiful story.... and told as I try to find some light. Thank you, Hoarse. Thank you very much.
😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️