Sequel to Why Me? Answers some questions left unanswered from first story.
My mother left me these memories and many more during my traumatic childhood. After many years of struggling with trying to understand "Why Me?" I took back control of my life and started saying, "It was me, now what am I going to do?
Dortmunder draws international attention when he steals the wrong ring The Byzantine Fire is much more than a ninety-carat ruby.
After many years of incarceration, it occurred to me that this imprisonment was, in fact, voluntary, that I had placed myself in prison, feeling somehow that I deserved to be locked up and at the same time blaming and resenting everyone ...
to myself.' I hope she doesnt answer the phone so I can leave a message on her voice— mail. “Hello, John.” I could shoot the man who invented caller ID. “How are you?” “Not good. Why are you doing this to me? John, I need you.
Sam tried to give me advice several times but I was hard headed and wouldn't listen to her. It was easierto blame Mom instead, she never took the time to help me or listen to me anyway. It was never in Moms interest to be a part of my ...
Have you ever seen a person on tv say, “I'm a Cancer survivor and I have been Cancer free for fifty years.” It's your choice, what are you ... After closing me with staples, wire, stitches and tape I spent two weeks in the hospital.
All of these things were given to me in a matter of hours and days rather than months. Myparents andIwere seekingthe Lord'sdirection, and He was faithfultodirect.Iwas confident Iwas doing justwhat God wanted me to do.
front of our cells, the TV was on the news, Channel 5, as the font rolled across the screen—S WEET SIXTEEN PARTY ENDS IN MURDER —along with my mug shot on the screen, all eyes were on me. As soon as the story had aired, all the women ...
I felt as if I was in front of a judge who had just sentenced me to death by lethal injection. “Is there anyone you'd like me to call?” she said quickly, as if shocked by my response. But how was I supposed to react?
The principal called me and the other grade 2 teacher to a meeting in the library. Gulp. We both knew something big was happening and went with a bit of trepidation. A new student was starting school. She had many special needs, ...