"Revelation, someone's learning something, is what transforms event into story." -Tracy Kidder in Good Prose: The Art of Nonfiction
Salvage, Salvation, Salve by Jennifer Lunden:
"For a long time, I felt like a victim of my own body. Struck by a debilitating case of chronic fatigue syndrome when I was just twenty, I was forced to resign from my job and eke by on welfare benefits, flat on my back in bed day after day, uncertain if I would ever recover. My journals from that time are a testament of my despair; in them, I wrote the same story over and over again: I am broken. I am broken. I am broken. After many years of this, I realized it was within my power to make another story about what was happening to me. I still don’t know for sure why I got sick. But I believe that what happened—at least, in part—was that my stories got frozen inside my body. As a child, when faced with hardship, I bore up. I behaved like I was fine. I thought that I was fine. It wasn’t until my body broke down that I learned I hadn’t been fine at all..."
(source: https://www.creativenonfiction.org/online-reading/salvage-salvation-salve)
Pieces by Aralia Giron
"It's a wonder how completely comfortable you can feel in a white walled room cluttered with rows of plastic chairs, posters depicting signs of depression, and screaming children. In fact, this is how I spent every Saturday morning for a few months. Therapy is not like the movies. The therapist doesn't bombard you with questions and there aren't comfy chairs to lie on while you recall the painful moments in life you've barely managed to endure. Instead, you are guided into a random room whose only objects of furniture are a long leather couch and a desk for her to sit at. She stares at you intently, a big smile plastered onto her bronze powdered face and waits for you to reveal all that you have been hiding within yourself. You swallow and look at the soles of your vans that are beginning to peel off, play with the tear in your sweater, and chew the inside of your cheek. She nods, her way of encouraging you to speak. Silence. And then you catch your breath, remembering your pending case file and all the emotions that surfaced with it."
What Worked:
I think both stories were great examples of context because they contained a significant amount of information and the content lives in the particulars of the individuality of the writer, place, and time. Jennifer included a variety of vulnerable emotions/thoughts when revealing to the reader the illness that caused her to seek the comfort of writing. In my story, I too share with the reader a personal experience.
What didn't work:
I feel like perhaps I failed in terms of allowing my encounter to blossom with specific implications. I feel that there wasn't enough information to make the reader feel like they know where I am going with the story and what the purpose of telling it is because the scene I write is vague in meaning.