If you're in the mood for a good book to curl up with on these cool evenings, I have a great suggestion for you. Paperboy, by Vince Vawter, is a novel that will run you through a gamut of emotions and wanting to follow the protagonist into another book.
Vince and I visited over lunch a couple of weeks ago to discuss Paperboy. We actually ended up spending a lot of time talking about our childhoods in Memphis, the Vols, and his second career as a novelist. As you might expect from a storyteller, Vince is a great person to meet for lunch; he is quite skilled at telling a story and is a Southern Gentleman through and through.
Paperboy is a semi-autobiographical novel, set against the backdrop of Memphis in the summer of 1959. Vince tells the story of a boy who takes over a friend's newspaper delivery route for the summer. The main theme of the story is that our hero, Victor, stutters, and in many ways finds himself isolated from the other children his age. Vince grew up as a stutterer and felt this was an important trait to give to his main character. In the end, Victor is forced to grow and learn more about life over that summer than he ever expected.
Not only is Paperboy a great story, but so is the story of the book itself. I had a great time learning about Vince's adventures in publishing. After a successful career in the newspaper business, Vince wanted to work on this novel that reflected some aspects of his childhood. Through a chance sighting of a literary agent in an alumni magazine, Vince contacted her to take a look at his freshly competed novel, which took six years to finish. Her response was hardly encouraging--"Send me the first five pages." When Vince asked if he could go on and send the first chapter, she repeated her earlier request. A couple of weeks later he did in fact receive that request for the first chapter, which was then followed by a request for the full manuscript! After presenting the novel to several publishing houses, Vince landed a contract with Random House--a prestigious accomplishment to say the least.
The accomplishments weren't over, however. Shortly after the book was published, it was entered for and was selected as a Newbery Honor Book for 2014. This was a huge honor; thousands upon thousands of books are entered, and only four novels were chosen as Newbery Honor Books in 2014. This was a springboard that helped Paperboy take on a life of its own. Very often Newbery award winners are picked up by school systems to be part of required reading, and Paperboy has become such a book. Vince told me that if sharing his very personal experiences with stuttering helps just one kid who is going through a tough time because they're "different", then writing the novel was entirely worth it.
Hearing Vince tell the stories of going to schools to meet 7th, 8th, and 9th graders is a neat experience. He has traveled around the country to speak to classes, as well as Skyped with students around the world...Paperboy is now published in eight languages, most recently Japanese. Here is a man who has retired from his career of many years, and is now spending time inspiring young people--we really didn't talk about this but I choose to think that wasn't an accident!
Thank you to Vince for taking the time to go to lunch--I'd suggest you do the same if you have the opportunity...you'll be glad you did.
To purchase a copy or download Paperboy, click here.
Vince offers the following resources for those who wish to learn more about stuttering:
The Stuttering Foundation of America
The National Stuttering Association
The Stuttering Home Page
A Significant Day
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Lucas: A Story of Adoption and Faith
I've really been looking forward to writing this post, because I've followed this story from afar for quite sometime. This is also a very happy follow-up to my last post--like the babies at Door of Hope, little Lucas was waiting for his forever family.
Jennifer and Andy Crook are a wonderful couple who were high school sweethearts. They already already had two children, a boy and a girl, when they began looking into the adoption process. According to Jennifer, they felt God placed a desire in their hearts to adopt as far back as their high school days.
The Crooks were drawn to international adoption and chose to go through Lifeline Children's Services in Birmingham, AL. Lifeline has a great reputation of supporting the communities they work with, and also for helping orphans who are not adopted. In addition, Lifeline puts their efforts into helping kids with special needs and older children, not just infants.
I asked Jennifer what was she was thinking when she first saw Lucas at the orphanage. Her response? "He was my baby." If you can watch this video without tearing up, this may not be the blog for you:
Lucas James Crook from Jennifer Crook Photography on Vimeo.
I just love this video because it focuses on what life is all about: loving those around you and doing what God has called you to do. The Crooks are a remarkably inspirational couple to me; young professionals who already had two beautiful children and great careers, who stepped out on a limb to bring another child into their home. Two and a half years of legal red tape, expense, and the anxiety of waiting, and all I saw in that video was joy and love.
When asked what she learned about God through this experience, Jennifer told me, "adoption is the very heart of who God is. He longs to bring the broken, the unwanted, into a loving embrace. He wants to call them His and love them forever."
I want to thank Jennifer and Andy Crook for sharing such a personal story and moving video with me. I'm looking forward to meeting Lucas very soon!
Do you have an adoption story you'd like to share? Or a story of following God's call?
Friday, September 18, 2015
The Door of Hope, an account with Brannon Hulsey
It was our second night in Johannesburg, and the low was 34 degrees. Our mission team from First Baptist Knoxville was cold because the hotel wasn't heated and we hadn't discovered the space heaters yet. We were all sleeping in socks, toboggans, gloves, and long johns. Also on that cold night, a hundred feet from where we slept, a newborn was being left in a dropbox in the wall of Berea Mission Baptist Church. This was another baby being saved from abandonment by the Door of Hope, an incredible organization that rescues abandoned and unwanted babies. Infant abandonment is an epidemic in South Africa--in Johannesburg alone, 200 babies a month are abandoned. Door of Hope has answered the Call to be a place of sanctuary, and literally, hope, for babies that would otherwise be abandoned. We were privileged to spend time at Door of Hope. Following is an account of our experience from my good friend Brannon Hulsey:
Working at the Door of Hope was an interesting experience unlike any I've had before. I spent time at two of the houses and was able to tour the third house. From the moment we walked in to any of the houses, the aunties and uncles (the women and men who work there) were so warm and welcoming, and they immediately put us to work. I spent time with big babies (six months to a year) and toddlers, and most of the children were happy to have new people to play with. We played, sang songs, ate lunch, and spent time loving on some adorable kids. When the children napped, there were chores to be done...inventorying donations, folding laundry, eating our own lunches, etc. I was struck at how well organized the houses were and how smoothly the schedules ran.
It is hard to spend time at Door of Hope and not experience an array of emotions - joy when holding a child, respect when watching the aunties at work, hope when thinking about the new opportunity at life that these children are given, and grief when thinking about the mothers who abandoned their children. It's difficult for me to fully understand how or why a mother would abandon her child, but I've come to realize that for many of these mothers it is an act of sacrifice and selfless love. As a mother, my heart breaks for those women who have to rely on others to raise their children because they are incapable of providing basic needs. I am so grateful that the Door of Hope is there to help these women and children, and I pray that all involved know they are loved by an amazing God that knows them each by name.
It was simply incredible to look into the eyes of children that were plucked from certain death and given opportunities at beautiful lives. Thank you Brannon for your wonderful account.
Front of the Door of Hope dropbox in the wall of Berea Mission Baptist Church, rear view is below.
Working at the Door of Hope was an interesting experience unlike any I've had before. I spent time at two of the houses and was able to tour the third house. From the moment we walked in to any of the houses, the aunties and uncles (the women and men who work there) were so warm and welcoming, and they immediately put us to work. I spent time with big babies (six months to a year) and toddlers, and most of the children were happy to have new people to play with. We played, sang songs, ate lunch, and spent time loving on some adorable kids. When the children napped, there were chores to be done...inventorying donations, folding laundry, eating our own lunches, etc. I was struck at how well organized the houses were and how smoothly the schedules ran.
While I
loved spending time with the babies, I also really enjoyed talking to the
aunties. These women (and men!) are such amazing individuals and you can tell
that they really care about what they do. We participated in a daily devotion
at each house, and the conversations during those times were deep and
meaningful, even if babies were crawling all over us! These women truly believe
that all babies are made in the image of God, that all babies should be cared
for and loved. What an excellent testimony of their faith to dedicate their
lives to raising up children of God who otherwise would be left to die.
It is hard to spend time at Door of Hope and not experience an array of emotions - joy when holding a child, respect when watching the aunties at work, hope when thinking about the new opportunity at life that these children are given, and grief when thinking about the mothers who abandoned their children. It's difficult for me to fully understand how or why a mother would abandon her child, but I've come to realize that for many of these mothers it is an act of sacrifice and selfless love. As a mother, my heart breaks for those women who have to rely on others to raise their children because they are incapable of providing basic needs. I am so grateful that the Door of Hope is there to help these women and children, and I pray that all involved know they are loved by an amazing God that knows them each by name.
It was simply incredible to look into the eyes of children that were plucked from certain death and given opportunities at beautiful lives. Thank you Brannon for your wonderful account.
Front of the Door of Hope dropbox in the wall of Berea Mission Baptist Church, rear view is below.
For more information on Door of Hope or to make a donation, click here.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Why A Significant Day?
Like I lot of people, I've been rolling the idea of doing a blog around in my head for quite a while. I mean, for years. I've known the world can't do without my wisdom, I just didn't know what subject matter I wanted to cover with my blog.
My personal story was going to be integral to the prevailing theme of my blog, but as someone who has done me the courtesy of reading this first edition, I can assure you that you don't want regular health updates. Like a slow-motion potter working with clay, or more like my daughter molding her play-doh over the course of several months into her grand opus, I decided that I wanted to build a place followers can come to see uplifting and amazing stories.
And thus the title. You've undoubtedly heard how our lives are shaped by a few key moments or decisions. The major we chose in college. An injury we sustained. A chance meeting that led to the love of our lives. I've learned over the past several years that every day is significant, and not just filler between the "big" moments. Every day is a gift.
Much of this blog is therapy for me. I've had Crohn's disease for thirty years. I'm in significant chronic pain from a facial nerve issue that is still undiagnosed. According to neurologists, neurosurgeons, radiation oncologists, anesthesiologists, and places such as the Mayo Clinic the problem lies somewhere between the conditions of trigeminal neuralgia, SUNCT, and chronic paroxysmal hemicranias. The bottom line is the right side of my face has hurt all day, every day, for eight years. This facial pain has severely affected my day-to-day life, and that of my family. I hike about a fourth of what I used to. I don't mountain bike anymore. I don't golf anymore.
But even with these conditions, God has given me a tremendous gift. Or maybe it's a curse. I'm hopelessly optimistic. I always feel that I'll get better and that I will start doing the activities that I love again. One of the most remarkable gifts, however, has been the many opportunities I've had to talk with families and patients who have faced the fear of being diagnosed with Crohn's disease, or started on drugs that can have daunting side effects and just want someone to walk that road with them for a while.
So yes, every day is significant. Every day is a gift. I hope this blog is entertaining, uplifting, and transformative for the reader, and the author.
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