"The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing."

Before the story, there was a poem:

I heard about the mermaid

The one that was born on land

Her soul fell onto the earth

She missed the sea and touched the sand

A mermaid who doesn’t swim

One who walks on legs and falls to her knees

Never knowing what’s down under water

She charms the world with her way of being

But she knows non of that

The lack of knowledge is a sin

If anything she thinks so little of herself

She doesn’t see the magic within

She feels like an outsider

Probably because she is

She’s a fiction to the world

She’s an angel with fins

Watching the movies and reading the stories

Wouldn’t it be great to belong to the sea?

Walking mermaid, you were cheated

They took away who you were meant to be

But one day you’ll find that same magic

You’ll share it in the stories you write

The world will see what’s been missing

They’ll see besides humans, there’s more to life

But maybe you’ll decide that the world isn’t ready

Or maybe they’ll decide that for themselves

But you'll keep writing stories

That for now will stay on the shelf

Ah, yes. I’ve heard about the mermaid

The one born on land

I know just how she sees herself

I know that right now she doesn’t understand

How many people love her

How everything could soon be great

Though she doesn’t belong among humans

She’ll stay apart of her world by the magic she creates

The mermaid in the puddle

When I was very young I saw a beautiful mermaid. She wasn't in a storybook or a movie, she was real.

I was in the 3rd grade when I first saw her. That day it was raining but I wanted to bring my mommy pretty flowers.

I went down the long road because it had the prettiest flowers in the neighborhood. When I finally grabbed enough I ran home .

I was excited to give them to my mommy but I fell and dropped the flowers and my umbrella.

When I reached for my flowers a hand came towards them too, right out of the puddle.

I jumped back but I was not scared of the hand. Soon the body that belonged to it appeared and it was a mermaid.

She thanked me for the flower and asked me to approach her. She spoke sweet words I didn't understand and I found myself falling asleep. But I felt a warmth spreading around me and I noticed my clothes and my hair were completely dry even though it was still raining. s