Merry Christmas Crew!
I’ve had the idea of writing you this blog post series stuck in my head for a while. I’ve written *ahem* quite a few different things (nothing short, I assure you) and still nothing’s gotten posted. Tonight, though, I’ve acquired some fresh motivation. I met another young writer the other day at my brother’s wedding reception (more on that later, folks) and have been emailing him about you. But as it turns out, the group’s really hard to describe. So, I’m getting on with posting this blog post series. You mean so much to me and I want you (and others) to know it.
First, though, down a rabbit hole. Don’t worry, we’ll come back up eventually. 🙂
After the wedding reception, my extended family all met up at a hotel for good olé Polish gathering (meaning there was no shortage of people, food, or good-natured jibes.) Also present were my dad’s old friend George and George’s wife Helen.
George and Helen have always been very special to us, and I felt it in a keen way the other night. You see, over 30 years ago, they hosted a backyard cookout. It was there that my parents met. At the end of that cookout, my dad said to his friend something like, “Hey, George, you’re always asking me what kind of woman I want to marry. She’s the one.”
Six weeks later, my parents were engaged.
Nothing extraordinary there, right? But what if George and his wife hadn’t hosted that cookout? That wedding, all those people gathered there, my very siblings and I?
Poof! Naught. None of it would exist.
Darting down another slight rabbit hole, I once heard in a homily that there’s a 1 in 20,000 chance that your parents would meet. 1 in 20,000. Then the priest listed some more statistics. Essentially, it boiled down to “If you think it’s mere chance that you exist, then blazes you’re lucky because the odds are astronomically stacked against you. If, on the other hand, you believe in God and the fact that He’s got a a reason for creating you, it all makes a lot more sense.”
Getting back on track, I don’t regard meeting any of you as mere chance. I regard you as a gift from God, one I treasure with deep gratitude. Why? Well…
Let’s flip the calendar back to June 2017, or even before. One thing I desired earnestly during this time was a writers’ group. Yes, a writers’ group. I prayed for one, but it seemed to naught. But now look:
Fourteen (and counting) friendly young writers
A myriad of stories being written
A short story collection in progress (and well on the road to publication)
Many awesome nights at Panera
And so much more…
Coincidence? Oh no, not possible. Too many wonderful things, too many graces…
This isn’t to say it’s all smooth sailing. Not at all. Frankly, I’d say the beginning was rather foreboding.
Do those of you present remember it, that one night standing outside Zinga’s which unbeknownst to Katherine and I had closed for good? We were left scrambling to find a different location for this all important meeting. And so Panera entered the picture…
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