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It was a simple plan. Get a job with an American publisher. Write
a best seller. That was well over some thirty years ago.
I had hoped my 1967 dodge would get met there (and it did).
I had earlier written to several publishers saying I was a novice
writer and sure enough received a letter containing a job offer.
So began the long journey. Having just gotten married - my wife
remained in Canada until such a time everything was settled,
and an apartment located. So here I was, working in a small
office getting familiar with books and book design. Days went
by. I was lonely for home. Dad must have thought I had gone
mad taking this job.
And there seemed to be a good possibility of getting a book
published (or so I thought). Days went by. I sensed some
problems within the company and determined it was time to
go home. My dreams of getting published were shattered.
But the drive home gave me ample time to think and focus on
the future, in a place I was comfortable with and familiar with.
And as the saying goes, we must all go home...
Life (so I thought) had presented an opportunity which turned
out to be a lesson. An important lesson about dreams, trust
and perhaps being careful of what we truly wish for.
In retrospect, (though not appearing so at the time) Life was
opening new doors and I had only to knock to find that indeed
someone would answer...