Leanne Dyck

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Bio

Leanne Dyck has a supportive on-line community of over 11,000 members and her blog has recieved over 285,000 page views. Leanne is writing short story collections for adutls, a novel for young adults and picture books for children.

From 2006 to 2009, as an indie author, Leanne published a mystery (print and e-book) and a short story collection (audio book). Since 2011 , Leanne has been published in four magazines (Kaleidoscope, Canadian Stories, Icelandic Connection, Island Gals)and in four anthologies ( My Gustsy Story, From the Heart, Figures in the Mist, In the Moment ).

 

For Leanne's complete publishing history, visit her blog's 'publishing history' page http://authorleannedyck.blogspot.ca/

 

What Matters

We noticed her before him. It was her clothing, her figure, her hair, her face. She didn't look like a nurse. Her high heels made sharp click, click, click noises as she pushed the man in the wheel chair to the centre of the stage. The microphone stand had already been lowered so she turned to leave. But he grabbed her arm, pulled her down closer to him. Whatever he whispered made her blush and giggle. She blew him a kiss as she left the stage.

Tradition dictated the need for two speeches--one from the valedictorian. Our "brain" had even tried for humour. Failed, but tried. An alumnus--a lawyer, a doctor, a politician--usually delivered the other one. But this year someone had asked this guy in a wheelchair.

"Ladies. Gentlemen. New graduates." His commanding voice filled the hall like he had a right to be here, like he had something to say. "I'm honoured to address you on one of the most important transitions of your life."

Of course, he couldn't read it on our faces, but we all thought it: Yeah, well, prove that you have right to be here.

"It seems like only yesterday that I was where you are now--unsure of the future. What would I accomplish? How would I make my mark? How would I contribute to society? Difficult questions for me to answer. And to be frank, no one expected much--no one had ever expected much. Like a wadded up scrap of paper, my body has always been twisted and torn. I'll never be a bodybuilder. I have no body to build."

Somewhere out in the audience, a suppressed laugh quickly became a cough.

"I thought my disability was my excuse. Then someone, maybe my guidance counsellor, told me about Steven Hawking--a brilliant scientist trapped in a body worse than mine. Heck, he couldn't even talk without his computer. But he'd overcome all excuses. If he could do that, what was stopping me? What everyone else thought? Who cares about that? No, what was stopping me was poor self-esteem.

"Once that mystery was solved I decided to go for it. I knew what I couldn't do. Now I needed to know what I was capable of. Steven Hawking had an amazing mind. What did I have?"

We waited in the palm of his hand.

"My voice--elocution. I worked very hard and obtained a good position on the corner of Harold Street between the Safeway and the Liqour Mart. It made people feel good to see me there. They'd drop a few cents into my hat and walk away feeling superior--feeling like they in their perfect body, in their perfect world had helped a poor, helpless cripple. And me? I let them. I smiled and wished them a good day. But I know they won't have noticed me without my voice. 'Good day,' I'd say. 'Hello, there, how are you today?' or 'My what a pretty dress.' I knew exactly what to say to everyone.

"Sitting there, doing my thing, that's how I got my big break. I thought he was just a dude in a tie. I was wrong. Turns out he was a producer with Disney. He heard my voice, noticed me and gave me an opportunity. The rest I did on my own. The yacht, the mansion, the supermodel girlfriend--I earned all of that.

"If you learn nothing else from my example, learn this:  believe in yourself, discover your gift and use it. Thank you for listening. Please accept my best wishes for your future success."

 

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Leanne Dyck invites readers and writers to join her on her "Wild" author journey. She promises to keep you entertained, informed and inspired. One new post will be available every week. Leanne writes from Mayne Island, BC, Canada.

Leanne's blog was created on October 10, 2010 and is growing bigger daily (over 285,000 page views).

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