By what right does a seven year old
future Christian missionary harbor grandiose dreams of
writing best-selling books and imagine that she has
something to say about anything that anyone else other than
her loving mother would want to read? And even if she had
something to say, how was that little mouse of a thing ever
going to find a voice to say it? She was scared of her own
shadow and twice as likely to die of acute shyness as she
was to write a book- for God's sake!
Those big green eyes of hers always took
in far more than her shaky little voice could articulate.
Her classmates all knew that she would never raise her hand
in class to answer the teacher- even if she knew the answer.
Norma Jean Wright hardly ever spoke to anyone- she tried
desperately to blend into the walls as she walked down the
hallways. Everyone made fun of her no matter what she did-