Author, Novelist, Writer, & Public Speaker

The Greatest Compliment

I cannot imagine where my career can go from here. Today, as I was walking into the library that was holding an authors’ expo, a woman grabbed my hand as I was barely in the door. I looked down at her and she was in tears. She leaned into me and I balanced hugging her and steering my pushcart dolly. I asked, “Can I help you, darlin’?”

Through the tears she said, “You saved my life.”

Uh, well, okay. So, I said, “Here let’s sit down and you can hopefully explain that a little better to me.”

She laughed and pulled out a tissue. We sat down and she said, “My ten year old son is severely autistic. I can’t even give him a hug without him screaming. I hate my life. How can I love someone that doesn’t show me any affection back, or freaks out when I touch him? My husband took off years ago. We don’t even know where he is. My parents help watch my son when he isn’t at school and I have to work, but it’s hard. It’s too hard.”

I sat on a bench, holding a stranger’s hand as she poured her heart out to me. I could see the lines around her eyes, the red-rimmed, discolored hanging bags that most women fret and fuss over covering. She didn’t care. Her life had pushed her beyond caring. I nodded my head to let her know I was listening. She continued, “I, we, my parents and me, we had the paperwork ready. We were going to give him up. Let the state have him, have my son, because he was too hard for us to take care of. I had the paperwork signed, Nick. It was ready to go. The part my parents didn’t know was that after I had given up my son, I planned to kill myself. I had failed and my life wasn’t worth living anymore. I was watching TV last week and I saw you on Fox 8. I was mad at first. I thought, ‘Why did this guy stick it out when my asshole husband couldn’t?’ I was so mad I bought your book, because I wanted you to be wrong. I wanted  to read it, let it fuel my fire to commit suicide and just end all the shit. But…”

And she started crying again. I won’t play the badass card. I was choking back the tears at that point myself. When she was able to she finished, “I could see the Fog in my son. I could see that he IS in there. I could see all the things you put Megan through in the book in my child. I couldn’t give up on him after reading your book. I couldn’t give up on myself. You saved my life.”

What the hell does a person say to that? I almost didn’t write the book because it hurt too much. But, if I hadn’t that woman would probably be dead right now. I hugged her again and she left so I could go to work, but I tell you readers and fans, I cannot imagine being able to look at my career the same. I still don’t know how to feel about it. I probably never will.

3 responses

  1. Susan

    Wow! I don’t know what else to say…..

    April 20, 2013 at 6:23 pm

  2. NICK THIS SOUNDS LIKE YOU . YOU HAVE A BIG HEART AND EVEN BIGGER SHOULDERS FOR PEOPLE TO CRY ON AND YOU HAVE BEEN LIKE THAT FOR AS LONG AS I KNEW YOU . YOU AND YOUR FAMILY ARE THE NICEST PEOPLE AND CARING FAMILY THAT I KNOW AND I AM PROUD TO SAY I KNOW NICK SHAMHART YOU HAVE NEVER DONE ME WRONG TREATED ME BADLY IN SCHOOL OR EVEN AFTER SCHOOL . READING THIS POST FROM YOU AND WHAT HAD HAPPEN TO ME THAT IS A …..HERO….. YOU SHOULD BE VERY PROUD OF THAT THAT IS SOME THING THAT A LOT OF MEN WISHED THEY COULD BE BUT YOU ARE …KEEP YOU THE GREAT WORK YOU NEVER KNOW WHO OR WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN NEXT…YOUR NEXT BOOK YOU MIGHT BECOME THE NEW ONE IN THE WHITE HOUSE . GOD BLESSED YOU NICK YOUR WORDS ARE POWERFUL AND YOU HAVE THE FOLLOWERS …GOOD TO SEE SOMEONE FROM HURON HIGH SCHOOL IS DOING GREAT…

    April 21, 2013 at 2:00 am

  3. Kristie D.

    Wow! I guess it just goes to show that you really don’t know what’s going through other people’s heads. Sometimes the action might be small and insignificant (to you) but can radically change someone’s life. I try to go out of my way to help people at my library because you really have no idea what happened before they got to my library. That day, that week, etc. Times are tough. I try my best and that’s all anyone can do. That’s an awesome story, Nick. Keep writing! I suppose that I would say that this is the reason why you were “called” to write. Take care! kristiedonelson(at)gmail(dot)com Thanks!

    July 25, 2013 at 11:19 am

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