My eleven year old son who breaks my heart daily telling me he hates reading (who can hate reading???) —my son who breaks my heart when he tells me he doesn’t want to write a short story
was forced today to start a short story.
Yes. I forced him.
And I read these two passages and my heart swelled (like almost out of my chest.)
My name is Jack S. Walton. I was in the U.S. Navy. Someone called professor Johnson asked me to do some underwater research. Who was I to deny?
When I came aboard he greeted me and said, “Hello Jack. Our destination is the gulf of Mexico or somewhere near it.”
My heart swelled and tears welled up in my eyes because he can tell me he hates writing–but the kid has got voice down and I didn’t teach him voice.
and that makes my soul sing.