Short story:The notebook

Once upon a Time in an unknown city live a man called Taylor. He get what is common in life. So common that one day he come to think that life was boring.

In fact his daily routine was very well organized and no disturbances came to change that fact. At the same time he wished to change it. Days after days his life seems gloomy and without taste. Nostalgia wrapped him more often so often that he didn't want to walk outside or make errands. His neighbors were afraid because he seemed more pale and more thin than before Death was at a corner.

A day he watches TV and see some advices against depression. Try to do Sport, try to engage himself in enjoyable activities. He says I will try it.

He try to get out every day to a park nearby. After several weeks he try to observe and recognize dog owners. He regularly do that. As for the enjoyable activity he take a pen and a notebook. Everyday on that park bank he wrote.

He was also jobless so he try to advertise to jobs as far as he could. Sometimes he was fed up try try and try again One time he came to that park bank so tired that he could have to sleep. But an old lady was sited there. He came and said:

-May I sit?
-For sure young man so do sit down please
-Thanks
-What are you doing?
-I come to break daily routine. I write a bit and take sun and fresh air?
-That's a good goal
-Do you know that being a writer take time and require hard job?
-I write for my pleasure only
-I am happy you did maybe one day I will read you. Really every author wrote for himself first. I mean the draft is something what you have plotted is important to lead your reader where you want.
-I write poetry
-In that case words rythms are important to convey feelings.
 -How you know that?
-I am an author of best sellers. I kept the essence of humanity to write. Some part of my books are real things I saw in life
-What's your name?
-Misty River. I have to go young man I think Doreen is back.
-Is that okay Mrs River?
-Yes I was talking with that young man?
-Hi I am Doreen
-She is my helper for my daily life you see I have difficulties to walk. I hope to see you dear? What's your name?
-Taylor Crampton;
Crampton was baffled was it the needed encounter to go ahead?

He did his way as a young writer writing plots short stories and novels. At first it was for himself  but then he battled to get an editor. He got good publicity.

Everyone was enthousiatic. Dedications were organized throughout the land.

The last he did was in his hometown. The shopping mall was crowded. People awaited in line. Taylor was emotional when he swa on the line an elderly lady and her helper. He called his agent.

-Could you pick up the old lady there. She cannot wait that long in line.
-Yes, right away

Approching her the assistant says
-Sorry Miss could you come with me? Mr Crampton want to sign your book yet.
-That's nice of Him
-You bought two books
-Yes one for me and one for my helper. Could you sign the first one to Misty River and the other for Lena please?
-Oh it is you Misty? Sorry I didn't think it was you.
-Don't be humble kid. Do you remember the park bank your wish to break the daily routine?
-Yes
-You do it.
-That was 10 years ago Leny please let them wait for me in a comfortable place. I really want to talk to them. After two hours he came to them in surch a happy mood.
The chauffeur take them to a coffee shop nearby where they took time to talk.
-So I have to thank you.
-What for boy?
-For having talke to me that day. I kept working and here is the result.
-You never realize something. I was already blind. I never told you. I thought that wasn't positive for both of us. I wanted to be positive to help you that worked. I continue to write. I dectate my secretary all what I imagine. I want to give you this (It was a book)
-Could you sign it please?
-With pleasure. Then dectated: to my young Taylor. Mysty. I also want to tell you my blindness never killed my wish to write. Any obstables can be good to find new way to enjoy life Taylor. Let nothing can change you.

Finally this is how unexpected encounters lead to good things. Never let things change you neither the life. Do what you want and all will be different.



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