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One Saturday night, a few years ago, I was watching an episode of Secret Millionaire Ireland. It was one of the most emotional programmes I've seen. Straight afterwards I felt compelled to write this story. It isn't related to the programme, and I didn't make up the story line, nor the title '32'.
Strangely, I felt the story was 'given' to me and I just simply had to write it down. The next morning I decided to read in bed, something I rarely do in the mornings. I read a couple of chapters of a spiritual book I'd been reading. During those two chapters there was one number mentioned - 32.
Each time I read the story, it takes me into a mildly meditative state. I don't know why I was 'called on' to write this story - it's different to what I usually write - and I haven't written anything similar since then, but I love reading it.
I'm very grateful to my daughter Kira, a digital illustrator, for illustrating it.
Strangely, I felt the story was 'given' to me and I just simply had to write it down. The next morning I decided to read in bed, something I rarely do in the mornings. I read a couple of chapters of a spiritual book I'd been reading. During those two chapters there was one number mentioned - 32.
Each time I read the story, it takes me into a mildly meditative state. I don't know why I was 'called on' to write this story - it's different to what I usually write - and I haven't written anything similar since then, but I love reading it.
I'm very grateful to my daughter Kira, a digital illustrator, for illustrating it.
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