Having been a writer since the 8th grade, and enjoying the written word as I do, I volunteered to be a pen pal for the Hospice Organization. Sending various thoughts to those with limited time seemed a worthy endeavor.
I answered their questions and filled out their forms and I waited. That was several months ago. I would have thought I would hear something, but zip! Not even a, “Thanks but you’re too strange.”
As best as I can figure, they looked me up on Google, read my Blog and became frightened, and maybe they're right. I do tend to ramble on about nothing and everything.
All of the stories
and events that appear on this blog started off as little saplings, in pots
along the window ledge of my brain. They
were fed bottled water, although not the expensive stuff. They were given controlled amounts of
sunlight and fertilizer on a daily schedule, and I read stories to them, but nothing
scary.
So, what was wrong
with me? How is it I could fail at being
a volunteer?
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