Love My Nurses

The last few days have been rather hectic. Thursday, June and I left for Orlando and the 2018 Florida Authors and Publishers Conference. A day and a half of seeing old friends, meeting new ones, and great sessions on publishing culminated with the awards banquet Saturday evening, where The Cure won a Gold Medal!

The highlight of the trip, however, was after the banquet. A woman approached and said, “You probably don’t remember me.”

Not being particularly good with names, I studied her face and shook my head. “I’m sorry, but, no, I’m afraid I don’t.”

She laughed and said, “I’m Kellie. I was your nurse when you had your endoscopy.”

It was my turn to laugh. I hugged her and told her that no, I didn’t remember too much of that, given the wonderful drugs I’d been given for the procedure. She went on to tell me that after our conversation, she’d gone out and bought every one of my books, read them, and thoroughly loved each one.

I was overwhelmed with gratitude. Recovering, I asked why she was at the FAPA banquet. She replied that she was there with her husband, who had published his first book and was there to receive an award. She introduced me, and after a brief chat, she bought a copy of The Cure at the FAPA bookstore.

Giddy with thanks, I happily signed one for her and took this picture. This, my friends, is the reward for writing.

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