Feedback is a wonderful thing. Whether it is a compliment for a new hairdo or a new outfit, it helps to enforce an action or a decision. I try to remember this when I interact with people. If the cashier at the supermarket has an unusual manicure, rather than just thinking it, I tell her and I always am rewarded with a smile.
When I was nominated for a Liebster Award for my blog, I was flattered. It made my day.
Now that I have written a book, I get excited when someone takes the time to review it. I don’t care how many stars I am given, because that is so subjective. It is the carefully chosen words that are so meaningful to me. While it nice when the reviewer compliments my writing, what is the most meaningful is the appreciation for the story, the research (particularly from fellow genealogists), and the understanding of the hardships experienced by my father and his family. Sharing the tale of my grandparents, aunts, and uncle, traveling nearly fifteen hundred miles on foot, boat, and unheated trains in snow and temperatures approaching forty degrees below zero is the point of writing the book.
When I have been told that my story brought the reader to tears, I feel I have accomplished my goal. Someone understood the unimaginable ordeal my family suffered. Now I am going to pay this forwarded by beginning to review the books I have read. I know it makes a difference.