I have to pass this story along, with no names or specific locations identified. I was doing a book-signing this afternoon, in a place where attendance depended entirely on the weather. The weather forecast was for thunderstorms (read: everyone will be cooped up inside, looking for something to do). But as usual, the forecasts were wrong, the storms have stalled out, and here we are with warm weather, sunshine, and gentle waves along a pristine beach. (Read: Guess how many people are inside on a day like today!)
So there I was, with hostess, faithful husband, and only a few passers-by who looked curious, asked a question or two, and then hurried on to more touristy pleasures. Then SHE arrived -- a pleasant middle-aged lady, who asked lots of questions, settled on the couch for longer discussions, purchased two books, and exchanged addresses and other contact information with me. Would I talk to her women's group, to her local library, etc.?
As I said good-bye and wished her happy reading, she revealed that she is a breast cancer survivor, now completely finished with chemo and pronounced cured, but among her scars is this one -- that while she was once an avid reader, she has not been able to sit down and read a book for several months. "But your stories fascinate me," she said. "They make me want to read again. Perhaps they will finish off my cure."
Only two books sold -- but what a gift she gave me!