Heckamor the Turtle

One Tear at a Time

Heckamor the Turtle...

When I visited my daughters room in elementary school, I found a student who had difficulty talking, not bad but enough to be teased. He stood his ground and ignored but still, that is a form of bullying....So on my way home a story popped into my head. What animals do kids like, frogs, yes, birds, yes, but what is cute and steady and I thought, turtle. Yes, that was it and what about him, well, he has to eat and well, what else, well, he could meet other animals and then my friend popped into my head and PAPER, WHERE IS THE PAPER. Well, again pen no paper so I rolled up my shorts and wrote it onto my leg thinking, Name name name I thought, name. Well,  so, well I thought of my childhood and love the name Heckamor, that was it. What about him, the student popped into my head and thought, he could talk funny. As I was writing on my leg by this time I wrote hellwoe giffer..........well that was all wrong and then a spark ignited and the story flowed like hot fudge on ice cream and I wrote, Hewoo Whister Woeffer.  Meaning Mr. Goffer and Heckamore the turtle was born. When i finished the story on my leg it was all the way up so far, well I guess thats enough of that talk, anywho, I cried. For one reason I had written something that meant so much but would it mean anything to that student. Who cares I thought, it meant allot to me. Well, I know allot is not a word, anywho, I read the story in the classroom to students who always gave me respect and listened, I knew for sure is because I told them, "When I say sweet green grass" raise your hands.  I thought well its an idea but when I said it hands flew up and I thought, do you answer questions during a story then it hit me, omg they were listening to me. After the story that special student asked me if he could have the story, well I thought it's not published or anything and then I though, being a published author would take an act of god, so I said, "yes, my dear you may I will make you a little booklet." I stapled together a booklet and drew three pictures, well artist in the making at that time, well, still in the making but better, back to what I was saying, he took the book with a smiling eyes and that was that...figured it would be in the garbage someday with time and forgetfulness.  But when I was para'ing at the high school a 6 foot boy-man came up to me and asked me if I knew who he was.  Embarrassed I said, "NO." He said quickly, Heckamor.....I looked at him and said, how do you know that story it's not out yet. Future author wishing and praying on stars. I have the book he said....I stumbled upon my words and cannot remember what I said for I was ready to tear up and faint from the idea he still had it and CHERISHED IT and he was sooo tall and his words spoken so beautifully. He was still talking and I was not listening at all, I was in a frozen state of finding my importance in life, I do that allot, thinking too much. I will never forget how one story made such an impact and I mean on him and I......As I tear up again, I hope my stories do this for more children or students in this world. I write to improve and empower kids, for I also have problems in society with adults, lol me being one.... But I do and when I write, it is all hints on how to go out into the world with a story at hand and a thought of success a platform to keep under their wings when needed.  I have 23 on line now and wish I knew this young man's name, I would give him the finished book to set alongside of his original book. Writing stories ONE TEAR AT A TIME!!!

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