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Taylor Hunter
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NeverSeen
Science Fiction & Fantasy
Author Insight
Empathy's Massive Power
My generation, fair or not, is identified as being all about "the feels." Certainly, there are many things for us (and every other generation, for that matter) to have strong feelings about. The problem, of course, is when the feels rise to a level higher than "the thinks" (forgive me). Feelings are fleeting, and wildly ephemeral. They come and go like the wind. These days, thinking is not valued much, if at all. That's dangerous to all of our futures. But if we must favor "the feels" over "the thinks," let's choose to feel empathy. From Wiki: "Empathy is the capacity to understand or feel what another person is experiencing from within their frame of reference, that is, the capacity to place oneself in another's position." Empathy comes from a place of love, rather than a place of anger. That's why empathy is of unmatched value. And unmatched power. I hope you like this excerpt and consider getting a copy of the story for a friend. ???? ~Taylor #empathy #valued #thefeels #thethinks #love #loveinaction #generations #valentinesday #courage #worthy #unique #dystopian #fairies #fantasy #NeverSeen #adventure #paranormal #fae #teensandyoungadults #childrensebook #readabook #awardwinning
Book Excerpt
NeverSeen
“Please, Honey, it’s okay to tell me, you don’t have to hold back—”
“I CAN’T!”
I’d finally lost it and exploded, slamming my hands hard on the bed. Mom jumped back in fear. I’d scared myself too. Running my trembling fingers through my wet, cold hair, the choking hold on my throat finally released enough that I could sob, and once it did, I didn’t stop for a long time. It took me a while to realize that she was holding me in her arms, like a child frightened by the monsters under the bed. I needed it. I had needed it for a long time, so long I had nearly forgotten that there was a time I didn’t have horrible nightmares.
I didn’t remember being put back in bed with dry sheets and clothes. I didn’t remember Mom and Dad kissing my soggy head. I didn’t remember Ashlee and Umala looking at each other with a sense of knowing and of empathy and quietly waving goodnight as Dad closed the door.
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