Hello friends,
Me again.
I wanted to share with you a “success story” for an article on Medium. Yes, these exist for little poets like me. At least, they hadn’t until just recently.
I’m a modestly earning Medium writer and until now, I’d only experienced average views and responses to my work. This is normal. I do not take this personally. I do not think Google or the writing gods have it in for me. It is the nature of the game—a game that is saturated with excellent players (writers).
Last month I made a humble 143.08. Down from the 158.41 from November. Down from the 200 of the month before. The new MPP sank my stats. But this is not a whining story. This is a celebration.
Last July I wrote a very personal article about my birth. Those were different days. Different times. I chose to make the story an inspirational one. I have received some criticism for turning a misogynistic story into an inspirational one. That was not the intent, but here we are.
The story did not get much attention.
Until a few weeks ago. BAM. Yesterday alone I had 997 views on my Medium work and it is due to the traction this older article is receiving. Many of the views are coming from Google.
The article has already made $55.09 this month. This is the closest I have ever come to having “viral” material so I wanted to celebrate, share this with you, and invite you to give it a read.
We don’t get too many waves like this in writing so I want to ride it thoroughly!
Happy 2020 and I wish you all MANY waves of success this year! (read below)
My Father Was Asked to Choose — Save the Mother or the Baby
When my mother told him “My water just broke,” in the wee hours of one July 25th morning, my father told her it would all be ok. He changed the sheets and cleaned up, he tried to coax her back to bed, and finally asked her exactly what that meant.
Well, it doesn’t mean she wet the bed, as he finally figured out.
It’s the first stages of labor, she’d explained.
The story of that “first baby rush to the hospital” is one I never grew tired of hearing when I was a child, even when the other four siblings came along. We all had our own versions of the event of our birth.
Use the continue reading button below to see what happens when a 19-year-old first-time father is asked to choose between the lives of his new wife and his first child…