Standing at the counter, I was speaking with the girl seated on the other side. She was staring at the computer screen, checking all the boxes for my dog to stay overnight. I was carrying on a polite conversation with the woman while feeling completely at ease.

I looked around to see a woman standing right inside the entrance with her little Bichon, patiently waiting her turn at the counter. The room grew still and quiet as another girl appeared to take my dog. The woman with the Bichon said, “I just want to channel your voice. It’s so calm and listening to you talk, fills me with peace.”

I smiled and said, “Thank you for such a great compliment.” I went on to tell her that I’m a writer and my purpose is to bring people peace, if only for a few minutes, but it took years to find my voice. I wished everyone a joyful holiday and headed out the door. Walking to my truck I hadn’t realized until then that my voice while speaking out loud sounds the same as I write. The writer had found her voice, but on that day…the voice had found her writer.

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