By what right does a seven year old future Christian missionary harbor grandiose dreams of writing best-selling books and imagine that she has something to say about anything that anyone else other than her loving mother would want to read? And even if she had something to say, how was that little mouse of a thing ever going to find a voice to say it? She was scared of her own shadow and twice as likely to die of acute shyness as she was to write a book- for God's sake!

Those big green eyes of hers always took in far more than her shaky little voice could articulate. Her classmates all knew that she would never raise her hand in class to answer the teacher- even if she knew the answer. Norma Jean Wright hardly ever spoke to anyone- she tried desperately to blend into the walls as she walked down the hallways. Everyone made fun of her no matter what she did-