Why I write short stories

A while ago I heard a story that inspired me to write the way I do. I don't remember it word for word, but it went something like this:

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The minister of a small church said there would be a special guest speaker who would be saying a few words about love.

After the minster backed away from the podium, an elderly man walked up to it, slowly gazed across the audience, and said, "Love."

He paused a moment until every eye was riveted on him, then shouted, "Love!"

He looked across the audience again with a gentle smile on his face. Not a breath could be heard as he whispered, "Love."

As he stepped away from the podium and headed back to his seat, the congregation erupted with applause.

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Some day, I hope to be able to reach people with my stories to the depth that old man did with just a few words.