The Noise
A Firetruck screams down the street. Headlines flicker across the TV: more tragedy, more violence, more chaos. A podcast drifts by— my roommate’s footsteps fading into the hall. All of it… just noise.
A Firetruck screams down the street. Headlines flicker across the TV: more tragedy, more violence, more chaos. A podcast drifts by— my roommate’s footsteps fading into the hall. All of it… just noise.
I used to think I was Ray. You know—Kevin Costner’s character in Field of Dreams. The dreamer. The builder. The man who hears a whisper in the cornfield and dares to follow it. "If you build it, he will come." Ray didn’t know what he was building. He just knew it mattered. That something—someone—was waiting on the other side of belief. That was me, once. I heard a whisper too. Not from a cornfield, but from the quiet ache of questions that never got answered. From the silence in classrooms. From the labels that landed like verdicts. From the children who didn’t fit, and the mothers who didn’t stop loving them anyway.
After reading this masterpiece, I must say that this manuscript is not only a book in the usual sense. It feels like a soft landing. A Mirror, a companion for those who have long felt like they were literally holding their breath in rooms where they couldn’t fully show up. And that’s exactly why this book needs to be out in the world.
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