By Bille Zal
It's taken a long time, but when my professor of Journalism at Northwestern University (Evanston Campus) told me when semester ended, "Some day you will write a best seller," I was ecstatic. But the years went by, and life kept me so busy that I had no time to concentrate on a book; yet I found myself jotting down experiences which in turn became stories - stories about everything which makes up the fabric of our lives. I had no thought of putting these incidents into a book; I kept thinking, "some day, I will write that book." And then - suddenly - I realized that the book had already been written.
It was then that I began to choose the ones that have most touched my heart - there are hundreds of them - and make them into a book.
It sure would be wonderful if my professor's words came true. He was the City News Editor of The Chicago Daily Neil's, and he taught us that writing is a gift, a thinking thing. In an age when people find their minds so cluttered that it is difficult to think, I'd like to believe that my stories will provide an oasis of enjoyment and yes, even hope. All of us need to hope.
And so, here is my book, my song of remembrance of all the wonderful things, good and bad, that happen to us, and from which we can draw strength and joy in a life that would otherwise be of no value to anyone. I have many stories to tell. Life is, after all, a series of incidents, circumstances, and memories and we need to live it. Sorrow's sharp edge is softened by the joys of little things that come to us.
We can enjoy life. We must enjoy life. It's a gift.