Some kids
are lost.
They don't belong
anywhere.
They're alone.
Until they're not lost.
Until they're not alone.
Until they're holding paper between their hands,
reading about losers who win.
Underdogs who rise up.
They see people like them,
read about characters like them,
people who are odd,
people who don't fit,
and the people like them
win.
Again
and
again.
And the Lost Kids find themselves.
Books save them.
Books save them all.
The Lost Kids.
They find themselves
between pages,
winning battles,
that Lost Kids seem to always lose.
I'm here to say:
Thank you.
Because I was one of those kids.
I saw my favorite characters winning.
And I started winning too.
