Seeking Inspiration

    The function room was a mess. Books and boxes lay all over the place. Volunteers, including myself, were setting up for the annual book sale at our town’s library. Second hand books had been donated by citizens.
    My eyes settled on the novel, East of Eden. Right away I purchased it. That work of literature, which I had read years ago, profoundly affected me.
    Most things in this world don’t have a far reaching affect on me. But now and then a book touches my soul. Other people—those who possess admirable characters—occasionally leave a mark on me. Sometimes they’re famous. Most of the time they’re not.
    Many people seek inspiration but few people inspire.