10/29/10

A Pivotal Moment

Do you remember the words and kind acts that encouraged you when you were young? Who was the adult that spoke into your life? Hopefully, they spoke words of love and acceptance that encouraged you to explore an interest or talent that is uniquely yours.

This is the question Wess Stafford, President of Compassion International, posed on the Compassion Blog this week.

It brought to mind a pivotal moment in my life. I recall the impact my Aunt Mitzie had on my life. It's something I never actually told her about.

I was 10 years old and had read a Robert Frost poem in school. We were studying the poets and for some reason his poem Fire and Ice just spoke to me. I remember we had to break the poem down and write what it meant to us.

I decided to try my own hand at poetry. My Aunt was staying with us at the time and I showed her my poem. She praised my youthful attempt and encouraged me to keep writing poems. I began writing more and more poems and giving them to my Aunt Mitzie. She would continue to build me up with each poem I gave her.

One day she asked me to put one of the poems I gave her in a drawer for her. When I opened it up, I saw every poem I had given her. She kept them all. I remember how taken aback I was, but also how loved I felt. She never said a word about it but occasionally I would peek into the drawer to see if they were still there. They always were.

My desire to write increased and over the years I moved away from poetry and began writing devotionals, articles and now conducting interviews with others.

It all began with a word spoken in love.

I should call my Aunt.

That's my story. What is yours?

Compassion International's President, Wess Stafford, would like to hear your story. You can read more about what he is looking for on their site: Tell Us Your Story.

You can also watch Wess Stafford on this You Tube video

2 comments:

4thpoint said...

Other than my parents (who probably at least in part saw it as their duty), I had an older cousin who devoured everything I drew and wrote as a kid, asking that I regularly send her stuff even though she lived far away in California. I still smile as I think of it. =) Stan

RDA said...

That is so cool. Thanks for sharing.