Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Our Beloved Red is FREE July 12th and July 13th!!!

Hello everybody,

Sorry it's been so long since I last touched base on here. Things have been going really well this summer. My book sales have been doing really well. 

As a member of Amazon's KDP Select team, I am allotted 5 FREE days for my book. With that being said, my book, "Our Beloved Red: A Son's Memoir On The Loss Of His Mother" will be FREE tomorrow, July 12th, and Friday, July 13th!!! 

Also, I wanted to include the intro of my book in here as well. I hope everyone's summer has been going great! The link to my book is at the bottom. 

The Day That Changed Everything

“Ryan! Mom’s been in an accident down at the light!” My dad was in a panic and yelling as he opened the back door to our house. “It looks really bad.”
My heart skipped two beats and a weird tingling sensation went down my spine as I looked at the horror on my dad’s face. I have never seen this look on his face before. As I tried to digest what he’d said, he was panicking, running around the house and then he picked up the phone.
I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “What?” I gasped.
“Mom is laying in your car down at the intersection. There’s people all over the place. It’s a damn nightmare.”
I took about two seconds, collected these thoughts. Is this a dream? I ran through the kitchen and bolted out the backdoor into the yard. Even though it was a cool night, I was sweating like crazy. I had to run down there as fast as possible. No. This can’t be happening.
It was about a hundred yards from our house to the intersection. I was an athlete—excelled at the quarterback position, was good at running away from two-hundred-and-fifty-pound lineman—but I had never ever run this fast in my life. Halfway there, my heart was pounding hard with every running stride.
As I made my way over the little hill, I saw flashing lights, a crowd of people and cars spread out like wild fire. Sirens blasted in the distance. Ambulances, firefighters and police officers engulfed the intersection. I still couldn’t believe this was happening.
I was now thirty feet away. My head felt dizzy and I was nauseous, my pulse raced and my heart palpitated wildly, looking at a whole world of chaos. As I approached the intersection, the look of terror I had seen on my dad’s face just a few minutes earlier had now transformed to mine, I am sure. My heart fluttered and skipped a few beats.
I looked and there it was—my shiny, green-metallic Bonneville was completely smashed—but that was the least of my worries.
There was an angel lying in the driver’s seat with her head down. Her beautiful red hair was the only thing I could see. The firefighters were using the Jaws of Life to open up my car so they could get to my mom.
I looked at the sky. My little perfect world was over in a flash. That day, everything changed.

“Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it”  Charles R. Swindoll

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