I found out
Tuesday evening that one of my friends from high school had passed away in a
car accident earlier in the day.
We just celebrated our 10-year high school reunion this past July. He had just celebrated his 29th
birthday a few days ago. And in an
instant, he was gone. Some people
may say “that’s life,” or that “it happens” and while that is certainly true,
obviously true, it doesn’t make it any less shocking, or make it hurt any
less.
He was one of
those guys who was the epitome of a gentleman. He was always kind and polite; he always held the door for a
lady and pulled out her chair. He
would carry your bag for you if it were too heavy, and always asked if you
wanted anything when he was going to the vending machines or the store. All in all, he was just a really great
guy and the world was a little brighter with him in it.
Gaily I lived as ease and nature taught,
And spent my little life without a thought,
And am amazed that Death, that tyrant grim,
Should think of me, who never thought of him.
~René Francois Regnier
The shock of this
loss made me think about some of the men that I’ve written into my
stories. The type of men that they
were in the beginning, and the type of man they each will become by the end of
their stories. It has surprised me
greatly, over the past few hours, to discover that the men I’ve written carry
so many of the characteristics that I find in the men who have surrounded me
all my life.
From the 5-year
old boys who selflessly share their crayons with the other kids, to the high
school teenager who stops on the way to school to give rides to kids who are
walking.
There are the
20-something year old men who are willing, and happy, to help babysit their
friends kids; or the ones who shovel your sidewalk every morning when it’s
really cold, just so that you don’t have to.
In looking at my
male characters, I found one in particular who reminds me of my passed
friend. My memories of him must
have formed some aspect of the inspiration for the character, and through that
character, for me, my friend will live on.
When working on
and developing your characters, from where does your inspiration spring?