Why Read My Stories?
Because some people need a voice to scream their anguish, determination, frustration and independence.
Some people need to know that though life may knock them down again and again, though they may have
lost all that they own and see their future as only a black hopeless emptiness – that they are NOT alone.
The battle is not over until you say it’s over. Until you want to quit. It is not for other people to decide what
you are, who you are and what you are made of.
A person is so much more than where they live or work, what they wear or what they drive. A person is so
much more than stuff.
If the whole world says that you are nothing, and never will be anything, but your wife and children see you
as the rock of their lives – then you are just that: A Rock.
If the people closest to you – family, true friends – see the real you: your character, your love for them, the
good that lives in you – then all the other people’s words are just dust.
My books are not about triumph. They are about NOT accepting failure as your destiny. Don’t quit. Get up.
Start over. Believe in yourself.
It is the steel in your spine that matters most, not your paycheck or your lack of one.
I’ve lost one business after another, gone bankrupt, lost a home. I’ve often said I’m on the cutting edge
of obsolescence.
Every way of making a living I’ve ever tried was just about past its time… just as I was plunging into it:
Newspaper Stands – gone! Independent Bookstores – gone! Back issue magazine stores – gone!
I’ve had 42 operations – from foot surgery to brain surgery, twice – and I’m still here.
I still believe in me. I still have value. Someone still needs me. It’s still up to me when it’s over. And it’s still
up to you.
My stories are about overcoming oppression, fear, and striking back when the time came for me to strike
back. I have known love and true friendships; Loves lost and love found. Finding out that I had real grit and
was not just anyone’s pawn.
Despite all the pain and loss that have rained down on me much of my life, I can say I didn’t give in but stood
up for my principles. If God gave me the gift of being able to put one word next to another and end up with
sentences that say exactly what someone’s heart feels and wants and dreams of, then I have found the
reason for my life.
I’ve been inspired to regard every day as a gift. And I still believe in me. Do you still believe in you?
