For the past two weeks, my writing life has been caught up in a whirlwind. And as I sit here writing this, all I can think is “who knew?” The answer to my question is that God knew. He always knew where he wanted to take me, and slowly but surely he’s revealing that to me. I have always had a passion for writing, but over the past year it’s evolved. And it’s continuing to evolve.
I sit here in awe after watching a short film entitled: Premature. It’s only a 15 minutes long, and I held my breathe during the last three minutes. It’s about a young girl who gets pregnant, her boyfriend dumps her, and her mother also wants nothing to do with her or the baby. The girl gives birth in the bathroom of their small apartment, dumps the baby in the trash, and the next morning on her way to school, she regrets her decision. She races back to the dumpster but the trash has already been picked up by the city. As she begins to come to grips with what she’s done, the homeless man who she sees on a daily basis, walks up to her, holding her baby.
Things like this happen everyday. Babies are having babies and we don’t really address any of it until it’s too late. The film was tragic, but at the same time very beautiful. And all I know is that I strive to write something that will make others feel the way I felt when watching that film.
There are so many talented people in this world, and I am blessed that I have been presented with the opportunity to work with some of them. Not to toot my own horn, but I’m good at what I do, but every day I hope to get a little better. And again I ask the question, who knew? Who knew there were so many talented people in this world, and that I would one day be one them. God knew, and for that, I am thankful.
From my heart to yours,