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Well, folks: I'd like to restore your faith in humanity today (in under 500 words).

A few weeks ago, I posted on Facebook about my son getting bullied in (and out of) school. So many offered advice and sent messages, and I was truly touched by the support—I may have even said as much, perhaps multiple times. One such message came from Sharon H., an employee of Lockheed Martin (PA) and someone I'm privileged to know from my days at Rosemont College. She asked, rather simply, if she could send my son a package. I agreed, never expecting the amazing thing she had planned.

The package arrived the other day. Not only did it include patches and pins and brochures and information about NASA and shuttle missions and all things space (gold to a kid with stars in his eyes), but it also included "The Night Sky" book (already on my son's Christmas Wish List). This, in itself, would've been more than enough—but Sharon warned me to open the book with my boy and read the flap, and so I did.

Inside that flap were stories from complete strangers—strangers living and working and breathing and loving space, making it their careers and acknowledging it as their passion—and each and every one of them was telling my son that he, too, could be doing that someday. Complete strangers took time out of their lives to write messages to an eight-year-old boy telling him to work for his dreams because they are possible. Complete strangers telling him that it counts to be smart, that brains can beat brawn, that thoughtless words and violent deeds don't have to destroy what's best about any of us. And my son, who has cried himself to sleep thinking he's never going to be good enough—my son, who has trouble making friends because he doesn't quite know how to relate—he felt hope for the first time in a very, very long while.

"Mom," he said, "there really are people like me out there."

He's not old enough to know that there will never be anyone quite like him—and how special that truly is—but I know what he meant. I know what he meant, and I can't thank those strangers enough for making my son feel a little less alone, a little more important.

So: Thank you, Sharon, and thank you to the wonderful folks at Lockheed Martin. I should've realized that people working with air-and-space would know how to make small steps into giant leaps—just by being kind.

Love,

Nic

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You may call me Bill or Pip. I'm a twenty-something editor, a self-professed punctuation junkie with a penchant for words, and a Catholic. I am also a very private, shy homosexual living my day-to-day between New York City and Oxford.

I like talking about sex, politics, books, relationships, religion, grammar, philosophy, literature, music, baseball and football. I have an old obsession with black and white movies and anything noir, and a true appreciation for Jimmy Stewart, Audrey Hepburn, Humphrey Bogart, Fred Astaire, and Cary Grant.

We'll probably get on well if you know who Robbe-Grillet is, enjoy Borges or Nabokov, can admit to liking Oscar Wilde, hate James Joyce and John Steinbeck, like Keats, appreciate Donne, and believe that Baldwin and Capote are among the greatest American writers in literary history.

Or, if reading isn't your thing, hit me up with a "Hello!" I welcome random IMs and notes.
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Great writing is made of words that change you, and keep you coming back. And yours is always worth coming back for :) :rose:
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LadyLincoln Jan 11, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thinking of you today, darling Bill. :heart:
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Merry Christmas to you, Bill :heart: :huggle:
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It's the 1st of December. Thinking of you today, and your endless courage and generosity in sharing your life :heart: I miss your writing, and feel so thankful to have been able to read and be touched by it.
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LadyLincoln Oct 15, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday, darling Bill. Love you always :heart:
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Hope you're having a wonderful birthday wherever you are out there, Bill. :heart:
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Happy birthday, Bill. :heart:
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Pinkatron2000 Oct 15, 2013  Student Writer
Happy Birthday, Bill. You and your loved ones are in my thoughts. I miss you. I got my first DD the other day and I like to think that you would have been proud. You inspired me and you inspire me still to be a better writer, a better person, a better human. :heart: 
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jenepooh Oct 15, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday, Bill.... We love you and miss you always... :huggle: :heart:
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