If you have been following the news lately, you know that a
little boy in our area disappeared from his home. Several days passed before he
was found. Thank God, he was found safe and sound. I do not know the little boy
who was missing but I know his family and felt guilty because what I’m writing
is so similar to what they were experiencing. I would never wish to profit from
someone else’s tragedy, thankfully, this little boy’s story ended on a happy
note.
As I continue to work on this story, I hope to show respect
to the families who have had to go through this kind of trauma. I hope to honor
the first responders and searchers and the volunteers who spent hours away from
their homes and their own families. There were a lot of heroes who devoted
hours to searching, serving, praying and watching for this little boy’s safe
return.
If this true story has showed me anything, it is that there
are still good people in this world. The companies who sent food for the searchers
and volunteers, those who came out and offered to help, those who prayed and
kept the faith. Living in a small town where everyone is connected to each other,
it is that connection that inspired me to write my small-town stories. But like
the rest of the world, we have our dark side. We must not get complacent and believe
tragedy cannot strike here. While we may not be hot bed of criminal enterprise
here in eastern North Carolina, the bad stuff still reaches out to touch occasionally.
I’m rejoicing over a little boy I do not know while plotting the peril of a
fictional character but don’t worry readers, I believe in happy endings.
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