“What’s wrong?” Paul had been asleep until I woke him up. When he saw my hand he wanted to know what happened. Still in shock I wanted to know what the yellow stuff coming out of my hand was. “Well Come on then. I hope this does not take all night. I have to go to work later”. Several hours had passed by the time I was led into one of the rooms. After my hand had been stitched up and instructions and pain medicine was prescribed I called the bank to explain why I would not be there. I rested while keeping my hand elevated. The next morning when I arrived back to work my hand was bandaged and sore. I explained that I had to keep my hand elevated as often as possible. I still had to get voided checks ready to be checked and any changes noted before the mail was picked up. One of the manager’s walked over to my desk to give me some more work that needed to be finished. It was in an area that I was not involved with. ” You will need to make some of Lins’ calls. There are so many she cannot do them all herself.” I did not mind helping out a coworker. I did however explain that taking notes on the call would be difficult. My injured hand was the same one I used to write with. “Well do the best you can. We need to be able to read it.” After I made the calls and filled in the paperwork I was ready to start back on the check orders that had been dropped off at the banks front desk. Just as I was getting ready to sort everything out I was interupped by the manager. “What is this? I can’t read anything on these papers “I’m sorry. I did try. I am not right handed.” It was obviously not what she wanted to hear. I had to make the same calls to the same people. It was a bit humiliating. They were not sympathetic to my endeavor. I was not fitting in to their cliques and I was not happy.
Since I posted my last story
I was contacted by a publisher. Great news, right? That is what I thought. Just as I was about to sign a deal it dawned on me they were asking for money before my manuscript was finished. I am still writing and doing the research needed to write. It may take awhile. When it comes to publisbing? I will have to do a lot more research on publishing companies. I won’t be spamed.
I spoke with the same book publisher as before. He was impressed at how much I have accomplisbed in tbe last few weeks. It’s now becoming very real.
I appreciate all of the likes that I have gotten on my story blog. By now you have probably figured out what my blog is about. The likes are wonderful. They encourage me to keep writing. My new motto now is never give up on your dreams. It would really help me to keep on track and staying focused on my autobiography if you could leave a comment after reading one of my stories. Good or bad does not matter to me,because,in the end it will help. Thanks again for your following and support and keep on reading!
We played in the front yard while Audrys’ mom fixed lunch. Her brother Mark seemed to glare at me. I tried to avoid him. Besides, I wan’t there to see him. After we had eaten our lunch we were out of our seats in a hurry. Following the fence we came to the park. I was mesmerized by the tall trees and the scenery around us. There weren’t any adults with us then. We didn’t worry about strangers coming up to us while we swung on the swings and went sliding down the metal slides. After tiring ourselves out running from one activity to another and swinging on the monkey bars more than once walked back along the long fence and into the back yard. While waiting for mom to take me home we stood in the driveway. Mark was there too taunting me. Without warning he grabbed my arm, twisting it until it hurt. I could see the marks left on my arm from the pressure. They were lines that moved in the direction which he turned my arm. I can’t remember going to visit again after that. They moved again. As years passed on whenever Dad drove by the park I would look for her old house and remember.