I knew what the alternative was so I appreciated all of this so much more. No, I wasn’t even a first place winner, but it wasn’t about being the best. It was about being recognized for the things you are good at; for the things you always knew you were good at.
The alternative, of course, is being good at something and everyone telling you otherwise, and rather quite frankly never good enough. That’s a dangerous thing to tell someone. Very dangerous indeed. You just don’t know what they could do with that lie. They just might run away with it and tailor it into the the fabric of all their successes, starting with the pant legs that ran away and finishing with the arms that outreached to everyone the truth. You just don’t know what could happen. I even saw someone’s mouth stitched shut.
It’s nice to be recognized for producing good work that is universal and in this case, judged across state lines, many state lines all the way in North Carolina by people who share the industry you work in. Good writing speaks for itself. That’s how these things happen, I suppose. Makes me wonder how anything else is judged. Say for instance, basketball.