Glimpse of a Tell-It-To-The-World Author

Glimpse of a Tell-It-To-The-World Author

Happy Thanksgiving from, CAMPBELLSWORLD!
We hope it is shaping up to be a fine day for all those celebrating, and for everyone else too.

If it is night where you are, rest well.

Before you go, to begin preparing for Thanksgiving feasts, or good night snacks, take a look at this morning’s offering.

Now, if you’ve been with us, for even a short amount of time, you know that my Tell-It-To-The-World Books Editing and Publishing page has had some really Awesome, and quite Talented authors listed.

Well, today, I’ve an incredible story of gratitude, acknowledgment, friendship, and love. Which, has been provided to me by, none other than, one of those Talented authors.

Have you ever read a book, and wondered about the author’s every-day life? Ever wondered if they shared the same likes, dislikes, trials, and triumphs as the rest of us?

Ever wonder what they encounter as they go through their day?

Well, this morning, Jo Elizabeth Pinto, author of, “The Bright Side of Darkness” has shared with us, a glimpse into her world.

Read, and enjoy. If you do, please let Jo, and all of us know.

Big K.
By
Jo E. Pinto
November, 2017

When I started working near downtown Denver in 2002, the commute by bus, mall shuttle, and light rail was overwhelming for me. The hardest part was getting on and off the mall shuttle, which was packed to bursting with students and businesspeople along with their backpacks and briefcases. The shuttle always took off like a rocket, whether its less sure-footed passengers were all the way on or still hanging in the doorway. I had to make it snappy, or I’d miss my train, and then miss the bus back home. Getting on the light rail train could be a challenge as well. So the commute was super stressful, especially at the end of a long work day.

One day, a homeless man approached me as I waited for the mall shuttle, half dreading its arrival and half praying it would hurry so I didn’t miss the light rail train, which would then make me miss my bus home. I could tell the man lived on the streets by the smell that hung on him—a familiar mix of alcohol, sweat, and cheap cigarettes. I wasn’t in the habit of judging people, though—I’d lived through hard times myself; the wolf isn’t choosy about whose door he knocks at. So I greeted the man, and we chatted a little about the weather as we waited for the shuttle.

When the crowded shuttle lurched to a stop and people swarmed on and off, the man stepped on and parted the crowd for me, making sure the door stayed open long enough for my guide dog and me to board. I felt like royalty in his care. He said hello, introduced himself as Big K., and asked for my name. He rode with me till I was ready to get off at the stop where the light rail was. To my surprise, he got off with me, crossed the street, and waited for the train. He made sure I got on and said good-bye.

The next day, Big K. was once again at the stop when I arrived to wait for the mall shuttle. I felt a twinge of nervousness at first, I admit, when he asked if I remembered his name. But he was over the moon when I did. All that homeless man wanted was to be remembered, to have someone on that bustling, crowded mall know who he was. He got on the shuttle with me, again making sure the door stayed open till I boarded, and rode to the light rail.

Day after day, Big K. appeared and made my afternoon commute easier. I tried a few times to give him five bucks or a couple of McDonald’s coupons, thinking he might like a hot meal or some coffee, but he never would touch my offers. All he ever asked of me was that I mention his name every day. I’d say “Hey, Big K.!” And he’d laugh his booming laugh and usher me onto the shuttle as if I were a queen.

Then, after about six weeks, when my commute had become routine, Big K. stopped coming around. One day, he just wasn’t there anymore, and I never saw him again.

People hate to be ignored. They hate to be anonymous in the world. They want to connect, to have someone know their names, to have someone remember them, notice them out of everyone else on the great big busy planet. And that’s not too much to ask. That’s pretty doable, really, for all of us.

“Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.” Saint Teresa of Calcutta (Mother Teresa)

WOW! Thanks Jo, for this most awesome, and quite fitting Thanksgiving Day offering.

We here at campbellsworld are glad you could stop in, and share a moment of your world.

More about Author Jo E. Pinto

“The Bright Side of Darkness” Is an award-winning novel, Available in Kindle, audio, and paperback formats.

Buy Link…
http://www.amazon.com/author/jepinto

About the author…
J. E. Pinto is a magnet for underdogs! Early in her married life, her home became a hangout for troubled neighborhood kids. This experience lit the flame for her first novel, The Bright Side of Darkness.

Pinto’s Spanish-American roots grow deep in the Rocky Mountains, dating back six generations. J. E. Pinto lives with her family in Colorado where she works as a writer and also proofreads textbooks and audio books. One of her favorite pastimes is taking a nature walk with her service dog.

The Bright Side of Darkness won a first place Indie Book Award for “First Novel over Eighty Thousand Words,” as well as First Place for “Inspirational Fiction.” The novel also won several awards from the Colorado Independent Publishers Association: First Place for “Inspirational Fiction,” Second Place for “Audio Book,” and First Place for “Literary and Contemporary Fiction.

BOOK EXCERPT

“I’ve had a lot of time to reflect on my life while I’ve been on the mend, and this is where it’s at. Alice’s dad caught me on my way down. I pulled you back from the brink, and you gave Tim a hand up. Now Tim is reaching out to Jake.” The judge ran his fingers through his damp hair. “My friends and neighbors have questioned my sanity for years. They say taking in troubled kids is like dropping ice cubes into hell and hoping to quench the flames, but I believe you can save the world one person at a time.”
“It sure beats sitting around griping about the high crime rate and the way teenagers will never amount to anything.”
“You have to pick your cases carefully, and I guess I made a big mistake with Travis. But most kids respond well when I let them know I care about them and expect success.”

If you would like to contact Author Jo E Pinto please feel free to e-mail: at jopinto@msn.com.

To see her guest blog posts, please check out https://blindmotherhood.com/.

Please see her on her Facebook page at j.e.pinto or @authorjepinto
https://www.facebook.com/authorjepinto/

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