It began long ago, in another time and far away place.
Eric Lee Gardner
A father laid beside his son at bedtime, and as they both stared up at the ceiling, the daddy to this boy told many different wondrous stories.
This boy would soon grow up, but the lessons and stories that his father shared would never leave him, no matter how old he gets.
I am this boy, and way back then I never imagined that I would seek someday to become a writer like my father.
God gives us different talents, it’s how we use them that matters.
It’s an honor to be inspired by a loving, compassionate, strong, and Godly man. My dad is a natural storyteller, and
I’m trying every day to be half as good as he is.
“Apophydon”
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