Being Honest With Fiction

I started reading Fulghum when my Father, The Old Man, was dying in the hospital back in December of 1989. This began when I noticed the book at my The Old Man’s bedside. The book was entitled, All I Need to Know I Already Learned in Kindergarten.I can say this book was life saving. I can say this was life changing as well, and while I sat and waited for The Old Man to say goodbye, I began to read the innocent details of a good man’s life. I do not know the author, Robert Fulghum. I know nothing about his real life or what he eats for breakfast or how he enjoys spending afternoons in the springtime.But I know enough to realize that at best, we are all human, after all. I know that we all have a core and that we all have feelings, thoughts, ideas, dreams, and we all have desires, fantasies, and most importantly; we all have a heart.At least, I think so.Some might never show their truths. Some people will hide and never have the courage to be brave enough and be themselves.Some people…