Beginnings. All things have them (The Almighty being the exception). If you happen to be a writer or are a fan of one, you are likely aware of the fact that many wordsmiths trace their love of the art to a teacher who encouraged them to write. I, too, belong to this fraternity thanks to my fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Dorothy Moriarty (Now deceased). She not only spotted my ability to weave words but went out of her way to encourage this, often halting a lesson in math or social studies just so I could read my latest literary masterpiece to my classmates. Most at the time were sci-fi works inspired by the TV I reveled in such as Star Trek and Lost in Space plus movies such as the heartwarming but hokey Tobar the Great and Stanley Kubricks' masterful Cold War nuclear satire Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb.
One thing you should know about Mrs. Moriarty: Her body had been ravaged by polio at some point in her young life leaving her with a twisted left hand and a pronounced limp. But, though her body was crippled, her bodily infirmity did not extent to her heart.
A few years later around age 12 I began corresponding with "human writing machine" and fellow Mensan Dr. Isaac Asimov (Asimov wrote over 500 books during his career). He also encouraged me to write although I have to admit the impact of his words could not rival those of Mrs. Moriarty.
Beginnings. Hats off to those who birth careers -- especially teachers! If you owe one of your passions in life to one make sure to let him or her know.