The guy had a very twisted up grimace on his face. He said, "I am not reading it." I was perplexed because he volunteered to read my book (perhaps i hadn't told him the title).
I'm not necessarily a fan of books with God in the title either, especially the ones that say there is none. I wanted to ask him why, but my words weren't coming out. The grimace was turning to rage. He was holding the book in his hands with the same brown paper bag that i gave it to him. He could have just given it back and i didn't ask for it. I thought he was going to report me to the authorities. "It's personal!" he said a few times. So that was the end of my in person book campaign, even though i was ridding high on my first reviews. Nope, no more passing out my book--except for on the internet.
My next story is about children with disabilities ridding horseback.
Cheers!
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September 12, 2019 11:04
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