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I’ve met people with stories that were meant to be penned; yet, they kept their tales tucked in their back pockets for years and years – never really sure what they were waiting on, or even aware that their story was special enough that someone had been waiting to hear it. Those are the souls who make me want to hug my job out of gratitude; those are the people who turn words into a story.
I’ve been fortunate enough to meet many people who have mesmerizing lives nestled away somewhere in their minds or a detailed scrapbook – filled with crackling newspaper clippings or letters from someone who inspired them.
As inspiring as it is to experience those meetings –when the moment feels like a tiny gem just uncovered to lightly shimmer under new sun rays subtly piercing through dirt – you feel your eyes well up because someone is sharing something with you and you, in return, are sharing something with them. All because of words. It’s hard to fully explain, but the real treasure is when you don’t have to.
That’s another place words have taken me. They’ve led me to a writer who is a counterpart, a partner, whose equal passion for words fills in the blanks to create a story all our own. Words have introduced me to friends I can call to relive the stories that were our lives in journalism school and discuss the stories we live and write today.
This weekend one of my best friends and I will celebrate another “J-schoolers’ Reunion,” where we travel back to Bloomington, pose for a smile in front of Ernie Pyle Hall and visit our old favorite spots [insert endorsement for Nick’s English Hut, here]. But more than revisiting where we started, we get to celebrate where we’re going and – as always – we can thank the words for that.
[friday] editor/Where words take you