A Lucky Pen
“Mommy, I’ve got something for you! George ran through the door after school one day. He waved something above his head. "See, it's a lucky pen!"___26___I looked at the pen in my hand. There was nothing special about it. But I didn’t realize how special it was at that moment.
I had made the decision to pursue a career in writing.___27___I had dreamed about it for a long time but I was afraid to take a chance. I was scared of rejection.
The night before, I had voiced those fears to my husband when I thought George wasn’t listening. But George must have overheard us. Now he stood in front of me, watching me examine the pen. “You don’t have to be scared now,”he said. “This pen will make your stories great and everyone will love you.” Tears filled my eyes.___28___Rejection didn’t seem like such a big deal any more. Even if I never sold the first story, I had everything I could ever need. George in my life!
I found out later how lucky I was when I heard what he did to get the pen. During lunch break at school that day, George heard a boy talking about a lucky pen he had.___29___The boy was a tough negotiator but George didn’t give up. In the end, he traded his lunch, his favorite cartoon book, and his new football, his most prized possession for that pen. Just to make me feel better.
___30___It never fails to remind me just how lucky I am! I am the luckiest mother in the world now and forever.