This story is less conventional than others of it's type. Instead of dwelling on the past it highlights and welcomes the future.
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ABOUT THE BOOK
A personal journal that began as a means of therapy and relaxation soon turned out to be an interesting and exciting story of human resolve. Once given the opportunity to recount this series of events as an objective party I was motivated by the experience.
With the knowledge that has been gained thru this endeavor and the respect that I’ve learned over this period, it is now time to share that joy with the world.
This is a true story that touches all facets of the human spirit. It is a story of love, hate, humility and faith. It covers pain, suffering, challenges and leads to new adventures.
Using an effective form of communications, you will be entertained with a fresh new twist while getting a heart felt message across.
TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL
“I met a little girl; sho’ was fine,
pretty little thing, just about blew my mind.”
“She took me home and made love to me;
I knew right then and there this is where I wanted to be.”
The words of a song as sung by the immortal MARVIN GAYE repeatedly played over and over in my head as she entered the room; a vision so beautiful I knew heaven must have been missing an angel. When I saw her I froze, just like a deer caught up in a cars headlight ; it seemed as if time had stopped and all stood still as her voice was the only sound I heard when she spoke. Literally, I had to pinch myself just to make sure that it was not a dream and I was asleep.
I sat there in awe dazzled with amazement like a silly schoolboy while searching for words to say; feeling to myself if death has come for me then please let it be now.
When she spoke her name the words arrived to me like a soft whisper in the night with all the delicate music of a songbird in flight. She had the gift of illumination for with each smile the entire room seemed to have brightened. As she moved about the room her hair of blonde and brown danced through the air with the gracefulness of a Monarch butterfly. This woman possessed all the beauty of a mid-April flowery spring day.
Nothing else really mattered to me any more except for the fact that I knew that I had to meet this girl.
I knew just how to approach her and exactly what I wanted to say when a sudden cold brush of reality slapped me in the face. How could I say anything to her or ever expect to stand a chance of making a place for me in her heart? for while I sat there, I sat in a wheelchair. Here stood the chance for me to endure possibly the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life and now this opportunity was about to pass me by.
Oh, shattered dreams, the crudeness of life, with someone this lovely by my side guys would envy me from miles around. But I suppose it was just not to be, it seemed only just a dream. Nothing more could be expected at this point but compassion, sympathy, or a friendship. Fate had dealt me such a cruel blow.
Finally, while wiping back a tear as it fell from my eye I gathered enough strength to go over and speak. We talked of backgrounds; we talked of flowers; we talked of expectations and we talked of love. We talked for hours and it was like we had known each other forever. No way you could have convinced me this relationship was not meant to be. We have so much in common; we’ve shared the same joy’s and pains, we were meant to be.
In light of all the darkness that was now going on in my life the heavens had finally opened up and shined it’s rays of light down on me.
We talked so long in fact, that others had to come and interrupt our conversation in order to take care of this business for it was her time for therapy; see, she was in a wheelchair, too.