This morning, I woke up with a reinvigorated cold and sore throat from a germ that should have left me by now. I checked email, and the first I saw, was a gentle reminder from our new publisher that we will need to complete our manuscript Aug. 31, a month earlier than we had planned.
I contemplated going back to bed for a few days.
Then, I read a poetic and encouraging note from Jozef Imrich, whose posted comment was like giving blood--only a few people give and a great many people need what they give. So I Googled him, and discovered that he had written, "Cold River," a book that I had read many years ago, about three young men and their true escape from Czechoslovakia into Austria. Jozef was one of them, and he lists his age today, not from his birth, but from the date of his escape. The book haunted me for many years, and it made me appreciate, American life--despite who was in office--and the freedoms I really have. I expected to see a movie made from it, which never came but should have.
Thank you Jozef, for coming to our site, but thanks more for the gift of "Cold River, " so many years ago.
