Madison Sanders Writes

Hand © Arto Myllys via freeimages.com While driving to church, my mom suddenly turned the car around and said, "Whoa! A lady fell. It doesn't matter if I'm late or not, I have to go back and help her." I was a little confused, but I saw a hint of her sweatshirt. As we got closer, she was hunched over near a stop sign. A runner ran right past her without a second thought. A young boy was with her. My mom pulled close and said, "Do you need some help?" No response from the woman. I don't even think she moved. The boy said, "My aunt is right there." Indeed she was, but she was still in her car and hadn't gotten to where they were.  "Well, I will come back and see if she needs help," Mama said. So, she turned around on that little side road and waited just a minute. By that time the boy's aunt had gotten to the woman and was getting out of her car. "Do you need some help?" Mama asked. Th

Typewriter keys © nh313066  via free images.com I have been working on the book about my life for awhile now. I took several months off. A few days ago, I decided to compile all of the individual documents into one working rough draft. I was ecstatic to learn that I have almost fifty pages, and that doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of my high school and college years. Yay for progress!