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If you’re like me, you’ve probably had thoughts about someone, but for one reason or other, you didn’t share them. I’m referring to things like thinking someone looked nice, enjoying someone’s company, expressing your feelings about someone, or seeing someone perform a kind gesture for a stranger, etc. — the good things in life.

It’s interesting how WORDS NOT SHARED can alter our relationships with others — even alter our journey through life. Let me explain by sharing this true story.

I received a very kind note from a high-school friend after she finished reading my novels. I told her that her message made me think of a great topic for a post on my blog. She gave me permission to use the message, but asked me not to share her name

To honor her request, I replaced her signature with “A High School Friend,” but left the context of her message intact. Below is a photo of her actual message — I added the title used for this post.

Her entire message touched my heart, but the middle paragraph is what intrigued me — “I always had a “crush” on you… and still do! Ha!”

I had no idea of the “crush” she may have had on me many years ago. Don’t fret, I saw the “Ha!” at the end of the paragraph. However, that just adds an air of mystery to her message — did she or didn’t she actually have a crush on me? Only my high school friend knows the answer to that question.

For the purpose of this post, let’s assume she meant it, and I knew nothing about it. Think how different our lives might be if she had shared her thoughts with me when we were in high school. This is a perfect example of how WORDS NOT SHARED can alter lives for a day — month — year — or for a lifetime.

I’m happy to report that in this particular situation, my friend and I are very happy how things worked out — it’s the way it was meant to be — maybe. Ha!

I’m sure similar types of situations have happened with many of us — I have certainly done it. How often have you thought how nice someone looked, but said nothing — WORDS NOT SHARED. How often have you been proud of what someone did, but said nothing — WORDS NOT SHARED. I could continue with other WORDS NOT SHARED situations, but I’m sure you know exactly what I mean at this point.

Yes, I have been guilty of not sharing good thoughts to others in the past, but I pledge that I’m going to change in the future. From this day forward, if I think something nice about someone, I’m going to say it and will make sure that person is aware of my thoughts. The only time I will withhold my thoughts is when they are not positive about others — I may think it, but my thoughts will be WORDS NOT SHARED.

With that, let me share these farewell thoughts before you go about your day:

If you are still reading to this point, I want you to know that I think you are AWESOME — I wish you a great day!

Now, make it a priority to share your good thoughts about others with them each day. It may be the best thing they hear that day!

Be blessed in all that you do!

A special note to the high school friend who sent me the note:

“Thank you for making me smile…”

Tom Tatum – Author – 2019

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May your dreams soar as high as the sky.

May you give your best without a sigh.

May you treat others with warm respect.

May friends help you more than you expect.


May self-doubt never become your friend.

May willpower sustain you ’til the end.

May each deep breath you take renew you.

May your path never make you feel blue.


May you grow wiser with each new day.

May folks be inspired by things you say.

May you pause each day to pray awhile.

May all your days end with a big smile.


And most of all, may you be blessed for spreading such kindness with your family, friends, and strangers who have the pleasure to being in your presence.

Let us all try to make someone smile each day.

Tom Tatum – Author – 2019

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The filter for one’s
thoughts prior to
speaking is a gift
that far too many
people have not yet



Have you unwrapped your gift? I bet you know some folks who have not yet unwrapped their gift.

God bless those who have.

Tom Tatum – Author – 2017

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I write inspirational and motivational novels and original quotes because I have thoughts I want to share with others, and I read because I have so much more to learn about life.

Join me and let’s grow our knowledge together!

KNOWLEDGE — It’s your best friend!

Tom Tatum – Author – 2016

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As I sat quietly pondering life—past, present, and future, I thought about the mountain(s) we face as we journey through life. Yes, life is like climbing a mountain to the summit. Some folks may climb more than one in their lifetime, but all of us have at least one.

Although there are many paths leading to life’s summit, we want to choose the best one. We research the possibilities, seek advice, and try to plan the perfect route in order to minimize the difficulties we may face along the way. The cliffs, slippery slopes, and many unknown dangers that may be encountered along the way make the decision difficult, but when we finally decide on the “ideal” path, it’s time to start climbing.

Most folks start in the valley and work their way up to the summit by taking one-step at a time. Sometimes what we visualized as we were making plans is not the path we actually traverse. We often must make midcourse adjustments and hear our internal GPS voice saying, “Recalculating!” However, we must not let that voice frustrate us because, as cited earlier, there are multiple paths that will lead to the summit.

The journey may be difficult and some days will be better than others, but we must stay the course. It takes discipline, courage, and endurance to make it to life’s summit, but you must keep climbing—it’s your mountain—your challenge in life and no one can do it for you.

The closer you get to the summit, the more difficult the climb becomes, which can be frustrating. You work hard, but the summit doesn’t appear to get any closer. The secret is not to look at how far you are from the summit, but to thank God each day for how far you’ve come from the valley below.


I stood in the valley looking up.

There before me my summit rose high.

Covered with snow, it seemed far away,

But the journey there is mine they say.


I started to climb as a young child.

I sensed no danger and had no fear.

All I saw was beauty all around,

And the world I saw was my playground.


With the first plateau beneath my feet,

I looked back to see from where I came.

My childhood days passed like a warm breeze,

And teen years of life appeared with ease.


Even though my path grew steeper here,

Climbing seemed much easier for me.

I grew stronger with each step I took,

With impatience, my whole body shook.


On plateau number two, I stood tall.

Life had changed, for I became a man.

No longer able to be carefree,

For two kids I bounce upon my knee.


The sights before me are different now,

For I have reached plateau number three.

My kids now grown with kids of their own,

But warm thoughts of them still linger on.


As I stopped on plateau number four,

My path had narrowed and fear moved in.

I stood on ice with no trees to see,

And clouds concealed my valley below.


I’ve come a long way through thick and thin.

Each year has been filled with ups and downs!

Though I had more that I wished to say,

The cold damp air was too harsh this day.


My family has grown smaller with time,

As God called loved ones to be with Him.

But some have left without a goodbye,

For never did we see eye-to-eye.


Things are not the same in this high place,

But Frost did write, “I have miles to go…”

Doubts grow as my summit draws near,

And I wonder if I’ll find peace there.


The air I breathe is somewhat thin as

Light shines bright from my summit above.

I thank God for showing me the way,

And pray He will guide me through each day.


My journey near done, I wish for you,

That your days on earth be full of joy,

That the paths you choose are always true,

And for God’s light to shine upon you.


As you stand tall upon your summit,

Cast your eyes to the valley below,

For you climbed the mountain meant for you,

Which many said you could never do.

Tom Tatum – Author – 2016

Do you know where this monument is located?


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Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/author/tomtatum

Twitter: @TomTatumAuthor  LinkedIn: TomTatum1

Facebook page: Tom Tatum novels

What Was The Author Thinking?

I remember “A Time In Life” about a gazillion years ago when I was sitting in English/writing classes wishing “Scotty would beam me up” to a better place. I was more into math/science, so English/writing classes weren’t exactly high on my list of favorites. In fact, I couldn’t wait for the bell to ring so I could dash out of the classroom.

The reason I didn’t like English/writing classes is simple. My mind seemed to dance to a different tune from that of my teachers. When we were assigned to read books/poems, we would then have discussions about them in class. The WhatWasAuthorThinkingreading part was actually enjoyable, but the discussion sessions never went very well for me. The teachers would always ask the question, “What was the author thinking when he wrote this?” I honestly didn’t give a flying zippity-do-da what the author was thinking.

While many of my classmates waved their hands begging for permission to answer the question, I always tried to hide behind the person sitting in front of me. I became very adept at sliding my six-foot-plus frame down in my desk trying to become invisible to the teacher. I remember my heart racing as beads of perspiration formed on my brow in anticipation of the teacher calling on me. I knew what would happen no matter how I answered the question.

Unfortunately, my method to become invisible wasn’t very successful, and I had to share my thoughts on many occasions. When I did, the teachers would look at me as if I had just come from another planet. They responded to my brilliant answer by saying, “Tommy, that’s not what the author was thinking.”

I never understood how my opinion, which I shared reluctantly, could be wrong. I probably didn’t endear myself to the teachers when I told them they didn’t know the author any better than I did, nor could they possibly have a better idea about the author’s thoughts. Unfortunately, the teachers made the rules for the class and had the last word. Somehow, my “Twilight Zone” way of thinking didn’t keep me from passing those courses. Yay!

A lot of water has passed under the bridge since those uncomfortable classroom moments, and I’ve had time to reflect on those days. Could it be my teachers actually knew what they were doing? Were they just trying to awaken some unutilized-creative segment of my brain? Did they see something in me that I didn’t? I don’t know exactly what they were trying to do, but they must have done something right. Not only do I now enjoy writing, I have authored two books.

I can’t help but wonder what would happen if I could visit those teachers today to discuss my own books. I know I would no longer try to hide or fear the question, “What was the author thinking when he wrote this?” However, I bet I know what those teachers would say in response to my answer.

“Tom, that’s not what the author was thinking.” Really!?! Beam me up, Scotty! Now!!!

Yep, I’m still visiting earth from another planet and have no idea why my teachers asked that particular question. Neither have I ever answered the question in a way that satisfied any of my teachers.

Okay, now it’s your turn to be on the receiving end of the questions. I know you’re sitting there waving your hands just like my classmates did when they were so eager to answer the question. Do you know what I was thinking when I wrote this? Do you even care what an author was thinking when they wrote a book? Do readers need to know? Does not knowing diminish the quality of the story? Share your thoughts and help solve the mystery.

Feeling blessed for having had teachers who cared enough to encourage me to think and do things I never dreamed I could—or would.

Tom Tatum – Author

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