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Follow six individuals as they encounter personal epiphanies.
Follow six individuals as they encounter personal epiphanies:
- As the Mexican caretaker of a Baptist church, you’ll debate whether you saw what you thought you saw.
- Under palms swaying in a tropical breeze, you’ll wonder what the love of your life means when she says she loves you more than she loves herself.
- As a “genius,” you’ll understand what positive test results, a Harvard-bound honor student, and an unruly child who punches his mother in the chest have to do with one another.
- As a diminutive king perched at the podium of a humid, packed African amphitheatre, do you even know what happens to you?
- As a risk taker hunted down by legions of authorities, a helicopter whirring overhead, what will your last move be?
- As the patriarch trapped with his family in an isolated laboratory, oxygen diminishing every second, will your plan to save your family work?
As you travel side by side with these people, you may discover something that will change your life!
These stories are meant to be sat with and savored, pondered, shared and debated. It is my hope that by doing this, you’ll let go of false hopes and embrace what you truly are… what you already are… From Day One.
From Day One
© Vernard Kennedy
One Way or Another
A rock skidded four feet from where Flex and Victor stood. Victor jumped back, and the rock disappeared over the edge of a ravine, somewhere in East Pennsylvania. The two young men were engulfed in a cloud of dust in the clearing. Trees and shrubs behind them were bending in the draft from powerful police helicopter propellers.
Arms outstretched, a smirk on his face, Flex turned in a slow crouch away from the ravine and faced his pursuers. He knew he was bloody, his gaunt frame coated with white dust, but he thought himself noble—unlike his preppy companion, who looked pitiful. Victor’s polo shirt had been torn off on one shoulder. He spun back and forth looking up and around. Flex chuckled. Victor looked like a flour‐dusted lunatic.