Words of Power
By kabclar
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Words of Power
There was a girl born by the name of Mary Susan Michaels. Mary was
born to a poor single parent family. She hardly had any of the basic
necessities she needed. Within the first weeks of being alive, she
began to develop health problems and had to go to see the doctor.
"Mrs. Michaels you need to get the proper things for your child. She
is ill because she doesn't have the right things," the doctor said at
the day of Mary's exams. He was very stern about it and seemed as if he
would call social services soon. That was a nightmare for Lucy
Michaels, she wanted her daughters more then anything, they were her
life, and she needed them.
"We has no money doctor! I was left with three children and no daddy
to care for them," Mrs. Michaels said pleadingly back to the doctor,
She was in tears, and she laid her head down. She was truly distraught,
and in tears.
"Well I know I am not supposed to give any money to patients, but you
are truly in a needy situation. Here, take $300 and get some of the
stuff you need for your child. I understand your pain. I grew up a lot
like your daughter, my family was large and had little money, but you
can overcome it. I had to, so I could be a doctor. Write a letter to a
child welfare organization to get some assistance," the doctor replied,
caringly back. Mrs. Michaels had seen few kind people in her life, but
she knew that this man was one of them. He was a very kind man.
At that thought she went home, but had no time to write the letter
that day. The next day Mrs. Michaels tried to write the letter to the
child welfare center, but nothing would come out. She didn't get
past:
Dear Child Welfare,
My name is Lucy Michaels.
She tried and tried to think of something good or convincing to say
but nothing new would come out. Finally after dinner she saw her child
was coughing and crying. At that she felt displeasure and sadness and
thought of something. She wrote:
Dear Child Welfare,
My name is Lucy Michaels. I have written to request assistance to buy
the things that my children and I need to live. Recently my husband and
I divorced. I was left with two children and a third on the way. My
third child, Mary was just born a few weeks ago and is already gravely
ill. I cannot afford to buy enough formula, wipes or diapers for her. I
receive no child support or other outside assistance outside my job
income, which is 23,000 dollars.
My deepest, darkest, scariest and most disturbing images and thoughts
have been toyed with, and touched. I DO NOT want to lose my children. I
want to see them grow up. I want them to grow up happy and healthy. I
want them to have a good shot at life, unlike I had. I don't want to
see them alone, sad, sick, and weak. I can't have them toying and
gnawing at the heels of deaths anymore.
If you have ounce of dignity or one string of compassion, you will
help these children in life. Compassion and dignity are important
virtues to learn in life. If you don't grant me the assistance then you
will not gain these two things. Unless you want to see my children hit
the heels of death and wither away, then you will help me.
Sincerely and Humbly,
Lucy Michaels
Lucy Michaels
So the next day she postmarked it and sent it away. So she waited for
the next few weeks. She went back to the doctor and got medicine (for
free) from the doctor. He was still as kind and as nice as he ever was
to her. She waited and waited for the letter, finally on April 2, 2000
she got the letter. She quickly tore the envelop open and read it. It
said:
Dear Mrs. Lucy Michaels,
The power of our words can be great. They can inspire, convince,
entertain, teach, or intrigue among other things. Words are so polished
sometimes, yet fierce, bold and snapping at the same time, or other
times. Your words you wrote were moving, bold, and fierce. Your
writing, with every last emotion dripping from it, has made us decide
to give you the assistance.
You will get the money you need to fulfill what you want. Your words
will continue to inspire, and warm and chill the hearts at the
department. Don't thank us for our work; we will thank you for caring
about the welfare and support of your children. Thanks for you
time.
With Respect and Sincerity,
Ralph White
Head of CW Department
P.S. If you need to ask any questions you can contact myself at
(1)-800-256 extension 1094.
She threw the letter down while she had tears in her eyes. She went up
to her child and picked her up. She hugged Mary and embraced her.
Happiness flooded her mind and body. She had finally accomplished the
one main thing in her life. So as the day went on, she was happy and
she went to the store. She bought diapers, wipes, medicine and formula.
She went home and got everything all set up. Finally she called the
kind doctor up.
"Hello Doctor," she said to him. The doctor's real name was Frank
Masolin.
"Hello Mrs. Michaels. It's very nice to hear from you! How is
everything going?" Frank replied back, his voice happy to see
her.
"Everything is going very good! I beat you can't guess what happened
today!" she replied back enthusiastically. She had a smile on her face,
and Frank could somehow detect it.
"I beat you got that assistance for you and your daughters to get the
things you need. That is great!" Frank exclaimed.
"Yeah you are right," she replied back to him. She heard Mary crying,
but she was absorbed in the conversation and waited to her more.
"Mary is crying and you better get going. Maybe you should write an
autobiography of yourself. You can tell your story and inspire others
to do the same things you did for your children. I will talk to you
later. Bye!" he said quickly.
"That is an interesting idea. Bye!" she mumbled back and then hung up.
She went and picked up her daughter and started rocking her back and
forth. She dozed off to sleep and she set her gently in her soft, warm
crib with new stuffed animals.
As her baby slept, she wrote and wrote. She poured her thoughts and
life story on to paper over the next six months. Finally she finished
her manuscript and sent it to the publisher. Within two weeks she got a
reply back saying that it would be published, not just locally, but
nationwide. They also said, due to her situation, she would only pay
100 dollars for editing cost, and initial manuscript copying
costs.
Five months later her book came out nationwide and she received a
flurry of interested customers. Reviewers were in a flurry to say nice
things about it. When reviews did come out, all of them were positive.
One said:
Washington Post Review
Troubled Life, Emerging Soul: Autobiography of Lucy Michaels
A new author emerges by the name of Lucy Michaels. The book/book type
is one that many authors with potential start with. It is an
autobiography of the ordinary, yet seemingly troubled, Lucy Michaels.
It goes in deep and is very revealing. It is amazing that this woman,
raised into a family of 7, with either the mother or father constantly
searching for a job, is able to have such a talent, a sense of style,
writing fluency, and poise.
Her life is quite an ordinary one, a mother with two children and a
third coming. She gets divorced. She cannot provide for her children,
but that is her mission, and her way of living. She receives generous
advice and support from a pediatric doctor her own age. It is a rich,
true story that is bold, exciting, intriguing, sad and happy at the
same time. This book is one of the most true I have ever read, crossing
boundaries even for an autobiography.
This book displays the power of words and it had a profound affect on
the way I think. I highly recommend it to anyone, especially those in a
similar situation. It gets four stars.
&;#9830;&;#9830;&;#9830;&;#9830;
Lydia Stevensbee from the Post
Lucy was overjoyed and exalted by the support and loving of her
autobiography. It quickly climbed to The New York Times Best Sellers
List, and stayed there for weeks on end. With the income, generated
from a surprising number of copies sold, she was able to buy a nice
house and get off state assistance. She continued to write until her
death at the age of 95. Her last work entitled, Dancing with Death, was
published unfinished. It was published her daughter and longtime
writing supporter, Mary. On her gravestone she had a paragraph etched
on her gravestone it said:
I was born a troubled person,
My life was filled with hardships and grief.
I have emerged a kind and gentle soul through the power of
writings,
And it influence on people. I was always a kind and gentle
person.
Writing has just helped me emerge and discover the full nature of
myself.
Note: Mary Michaels never got married. She wrote novels for adults and
young adults, while Lucy Michaels was writing hers. Mary continued
writing until her death at age 96. The novels of Lucy and Mary Michaels
inspired millions of Americans to write and get the help they needed.
Their books were eventually sold worldwide in over 100 countries, and
72 different languages including Spanish, Italian, Chinese, and Arabic.
Worldwide the books sold over 50 million copies, and inspired over 10
million in other countries. It just goes to show you the power of
words.
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