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Michael Smith

To read more of Michael's stories or to sign up to receive his weekly story, go to: http://visitor.constantcontact.com/d.jsp?m=1101828445578&p=oi Michael Smith is a 48-year-old part-time writer and full-time project manager in the telecommunications industry. Michael often wonders how he ended up where he is today. Over the years he has moved more times than he wants to remember. It was a journey that took him from his native Nova Scotia in Canada to within a few miles of the Big Apple. Michael loves to write humor, but believes his true calling is writing from the heart. He believes it is important to share a smile, a wave, a kind word, and a tear. Michael is not a professional in things that touch the heart; he just writes about things that touch him and uses it to reach out to touch another heart. A turning point for Michael was when his first wife passed away in October of 2003. The loneliness, pain, and uncertainty were hurdles he never thought he would overcome. In an online support group for young widows and widowers Michael learned that he was healing himself by offering support to those new to the label of “Widow” or “Widower.” Michael learned helping was healing. His writing, which had long ago been put aside, was rescued, and he now writes from his life experiences to spread a little cheer and happiness in the world. Michael met his new wife in his support group. Within seven months she moved from North Carolina to New Jersey to spend her life with him. It is a wonderful story of loss and love again. Michael has two great teenage children. His daughter Vanessa works in Ohio. Michael lives in New Jersey with his wife Ginny and his son Justin. Ginny has two grown children of her own and four beautiful grandsons. Michael became an instant grandpa and is proud of his new family. Michael's life experiences have given him a special heart that shows in his writing. His stories have appeared in The Halifax Daily News, The Ottawa Citizen, The Canyon News in Texas, The Jersey Journal, The Family Times, and in various online publications. His stories also appear in various internet sites and ezines, including Bob Proctors' "Daily Insights,""Heartwarmers," "Petwarmers," "As a Man Thinketh," and many others. Michael is composing a collection of his heart felt and inspirational stories to share with the world - if a publisher agrees to his plan. Keep on Waving

Stories by Michael Smith

“Hey, Mike!” They called from the car. “We’re going to town for pizza. Want to come?” I wasn’t sure if I liked...
She was eighty years young and still very active. In this small town in southwest Virginia, not much happened. It was just another empty day for a...
Ginny and I sat on the deck, like we do a lot, and watched the world flow by. A robin flew into the tree in the yard. It had a twig its mouth....
I unlatched the metal hook and pulled open the old door to the closet. Behind the jumble of brooms, cleaning supplies, and an old vacuum, strips of...
I sat in my seat as my new grade-six classmates found theirs. At the front of the class, our new math teacher stood watching us. “Come on,...
On July 6, 1897, Charles Gorman was born in Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada. Only God knew Charles was destined for greatness. At that time, the...
I pulled my car into the garage and stepped outside. It was a beautiful evening. Stars sparkled in the dark sky, unusual for the area we lived then,...
1769, in Yarmouth, Maine: a seed from an elm tree, carried by a gentle breeze, floated through the air and settled to the ground. Dry leaves quickly...
It was Christmas Eve. She sat alone in her tiny apartment. It wasn’t much, but she was sheltered and warm. It was small but all she needed....
The sun dropped below the horizon. The sky turned dark. The first stars of the night began to shine. It was the peak night for the Perseids meteor...
I stared at the monitor, watched the words, interrupted by spaces, flow from left to right across the screen. Line-by-line, the screen filled. The...
Fred Everhart read the mail and felt sick. What would the kids do? Fred, head of the recreation commission, experienced what many American towns and...
I watched the car ahead and stayed a minimum of five car-lengths behind. My stomach was in a knot. My fingers, white with tension, gripped the...
I woke at four in the morning. Ginny clutched her stomach and moaned. “It hurts!” I opened my eyes and saw the light from...
Many Americans will not be home to celebrate their July 4th holiday. Some are traveling or working abroad. Others reside in different countries. Many...

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