Friday, March 31, 2017 was, and is, a day that I will never forget. Ever since I was a little girl I wanted to be a reader, a story-teller, a writer. I have written many, many things since the days of that little girl. Some that I am very proud of, and have wanted to stand on rooftops and have the whole world hear, and some that I felt were so bad that it would do the universe a favor if I just took match to paper. No matter the feelings my writings dealt me, I never gave up. If all I could ever write was crap, then I would just be a crappy writer. There was never a choice for me, because no matter how bad something was, I felt wonderful inside. I reveled in my crappiness. I laughed at it. I cried at it, but in the end, my heart swelled. Now that I re-read that last sentence, I do believe that may be a broader way of defining the word “insanity”. Whatever the case, and no matter how I felt, Darlene saw something in me. After taking one of her Legacy classes, I felt re-newed. It was yet another one of those 2nd winds, maybe a 3rd. Maybe a 46th, who knows. Either way, it didn’t matter. What mattered was someone other than close family and friends saw something in me. Months later, she contacted me and asked if I would be interested in allowing her to publish one of my Essays. At first, I didn’t know how to feel. I was a ball of turmoil. Scared, uneasy…it was completely horrible. But, it was something that I had always wanted! A Chance. Just a Chance. Darlene gave me that, and I will forever be grateful to her. She may never know exactly what she has done for me. But, I do, and my heart swells! I feel like that little girl again. My little girls dream, MY dream.
Love, Gwynny
Darlene Montonaro’s website can be found here.
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