Written in fiction form, the reader will be taken through lies and truths, heartaches and happiness, darkness and lightness where the reader finds themselves to be the over-seer, the jury, and the judge. Does it stop here or is it time for a change in mankind's thinking?
Would you condemn James - and possibly others - to a life of Hell? Or can you read between the lines and see the reality of mankind? It is now up to you. Therese has done her part.
Within the black and white photos of the shoe box, I see my dad. Tall, skinny, always with a big grin.
He had a kind heart, liked to have a few beers, and enjoyed his Marlboro reds, just like I had years ago.
You could say I was taking on the family tradition of drinking and smoking, at least until I had problems breathing. Drinking continued for a few more years after the cigarettes became history.
I thought of my dad a lot more these days. More than I had before my life went to hell.
Every night, just before my eyes closed in sleep, I would hope to be with him, where-ever he was.
As I lay me,
down to sleep,
I pray the Lord,
my soul to keep,
If I die...