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I received an email from my publisher telling me they had set up a book signing, which was tentatively scheduled for December 8. I decided to drive over to the Colonial Glynn Place Mall and try to arrange the final details to make sure that everything was set up properly.
As I was standing in line waiting to see the manager, the woman standing behind me noticed that I was holding a Heartwarmer book. She started asking me what it was about. I told her that it was an inspirational book of short stories involving random acts of kindness and that I was one of the contributing authors to the book.
Because Christmas was right around the corner, I had decided that it would be a good idea to sign the Heartwarmer book, along with my book ‘Orphan,’ so people coming to the book signing would also have something ‘up’ to read. I mean ‘Orphan’ is a good book, but child abuse is not exactly Santa Clause, reindeer and snowflakes.
The manager was not in, so I left the bookstore and headed out into the large mall. About 20 or 30 feet down the breezeway, I once again saw the woman I met in the bookstore. She got up from the wooden bench where she was sitting and walked toward me.
"Can I introduce you to my son. He has never met an author before," she said. "I would be happy to meet him," I told her.
She grabbed me by the arm and we walked over to the bench where her son was sitting. When we arrived she said, "John, this is Roger Kiser. He is the author that I told you about."
“Nice to meet you. I have always wanted to be a writer myself," said the young man as he stood up and took a step toward me.
I was rather surprised and had absolutely no idea what to do or say, because the young man did not have any arms. He didn't even have any artificial arms. We talked for several minutes and then I told them I would have to go. I walked about 50 feet down the walkway, stopped, turned around and headed back to where the woman and her son were sitting.
"I don't have a copy of my own book yet, but would you like to have an autographed copy of the Heartwarmer book?" I asked the young man.
A great big smile came across his face and his mother looked so proud.
"What would you like for me to write?" I asked.
"I really don't want you to sign your name. Would you please just write "HERESSSSS JOHNNY. Nobody has ever said that to me before," he said.
That was a very good book signing for me.