Today’s Wisdom Key

Some persons tend to think that it’s all about them”( you know the ones — totally self-conceited; want others to take interest in what concerns them and rarely, if ever return the favor; they don’t feel anyone’s pain except their own) and no amount of words will convince them that it’s not. In this case when dealing with such ‘delusional’ individuals, your actions must speak louder than your words. Perhaps then and only then, they will finally understand that other people matter just as much.

10 Minutes Before Sleeping

’10 Minutes Before Sleeping’ is a powerful story of a young woman left on the doorstep of a neighbor as a child by her very own mother. She is abused, neglected, rejected and without a legal footing in the only place she knows as home. She struggles to obtain an education at the resistance of a woman who was left with the responsibility to raise her, but years later finally finds what she believes is true love. This event, ironically, progresses to a further downward spiral that costs this young woman her three most precious gifts in the world, thus evoking a snap decision that occurs ten minutes before sleeping. WATCH OUT FOR THIS POIGNANT, FULL-LENGTH NOVEL.

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Dysfunctional Families: The harmful effect of Favoritism

What constitutes a perfect parent? Is it one that does everything right and never makes a mistake? Perhaps… but can we find any of those?

Needless to say, no one is perfect, but when it comes to parenting certain things could and should be expected of adults given the wonderful responsibility of caring and nurturing children. As a parent myself of teenagers, I hope that one day when they’re grown, my kids will genuinely be able to say that my love for them was unconditional, I never had favorites and I did my very best to raise them with solid values and a good moral compass. I do believe that they’re able to say that even now. Am I a perfect parent then? Certainly not! That’s because I’m not a perfect human being. I make mistakes just like everyone else and when I’m wrong or mistaken about something, I apologize to my kids– I show them that I’m not too big to do that. Unfortunately, many parents I know believe it’s beneath them to apologize to their children when they’ve made a mistake, but if that’s the attitude, what are they teaching their kids? How will their children learn to apologize when they’re wrong?

I mentioned earlier that one thing I wanted my kids to be able to say is that I didn’t have favorites. Favoritism seems to be a usual problem in families even from the days of old. If you go by Biblical examples, you may think of Jacob and Esau or Joseph being his father’s favorite. The ideal situation would be that parents train themselves to love their children equally, but to those who don’t, my wish is that you never be open or make the fact obvious that you prefer one child over the other. This can be detrimental to the family structure and cause major problems among the siblings that will continue for years and years and then trickle down to generations. Open, blatant preference for one child over the other will have terrible, long-lasting effects.

In my book,’ INFESTATION: A Small Town Nightmare’, Marie Adams has faced the dilemma of being her mother’s least favorite child and as a grown adult now with a family of her own, she still faces the disdain of her aged mother. As a result of years of her mom’s mistreatment of her, her siblings have basically followed suit and the family structure is nonetheless, broken. However, Marie has turned out to be the most successful of all the children and although treated as an outcast, she has always been there to help each and everyone of them. I wanted to address this topic in my book because it is one that needs to be looked at and each of us as parents need to consider if we’re guilty of ‘tearing down our own house with our own hands’ based on the way we treated our kids.

In closing, I’d like to think that someone can improve the quality of a child’s life if we consider our children’s feelings before we speak and before we act.

Evil Lurks In The Most Unlikely Places…

Excerpt-

INFESTATION: A Small Town Nightmare (Part 2)

Their laughter abruptly ended when six police cars with blazing sirens and flashing red and blue lights zoomed past the Adams’ black Cadillac.

“Where on earth are they rushing to this time of night?” Marie gazed behind them.

Dave shook his head. “I wonder what it is this time.”

A trickle of rain splashed the windshield, then a sudden burst splattered onto the glass.

“Where did this come from?” Dave reached quickly for the wiper switch.

“Dad, we can barely see anything!” Amy said as her father slowed the car considerably.

They drove for another half a mile before noticing one of the street lights just ahead exploding after a large flash of lightning struck.

“Did you guys see that?” Amy asked.

“What on the lamp-pole could have possibly attracted that lightning?” Marie wondered. “Aren’t those things insulated?”

“I always thought so,” Dave said.

“There goes another one!” Marie cried as they watched a street light on their left erupt into pieces. Then another, just seconds later on the right. “Oh, my God… it’s what I saw; remember?” She was looking at Dave.

“Yeah, I remember,” Dave answered quietly. “The rain doesn’t seem to be letting up. It’s a good thing we’re almost home.”

“What dream?” Amy asked. “Mom, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Dave swiftly returned.

“Mom, what’re you not telling me?”

Marie looked at Dave who was finding it nearly impossible to see straight ahead although the wipers had been set at full speed.

“Amy, this is not the time,” Dave insisted. “We’ll talk about it later, okay? Let’s just focus on getting home safely.”

Amy sat back in the seat – arms folded. Her mother usually shared everything with her. Why was this time any different? She wondered.

The vehicle came to a complete halt. An unkempt man with medium-length, dirty-blonde hair was standing directly in front of it. He was staring wildly at them through the windshield as the heavy rain beat mercilessly upon him. Leaning forward a bit more, he rested both hands on the hood of the car; his intense glare eerily fixed as he and the savagery of the rain storm appeared to be one—like they were inherently connected.

Dave, Marie and Amy all gazed at what stood before them.

“Dave…” Marie nervously glanced at her husband, expecting him to do something.

Dave blew the car horn. “Get away from here!” he shouted, waving an arm. The wipers moved speedily as the stranger’s face flashed constantly before them.

The man’s focus was unbroken until a car’s blaring horn sounded behind the Cadillac. In an instant, he was gone and Dave wasted no time moving forward.

“How on earth did you see him?” Marie asked. “A few inches more and you would’ve surely hit him!”

“At the last minute, I thought I saw something in front of the car,” Dave explained. “Good thing, I didn’t keep going.”

“That guy’s a weirdo,” Amy said. “Why was he staring at us like that? He’s creepy.”

Marie sat quietly, wondering what to make of the encounter.

Minutes later, they were pulling into the garage of their home and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

“What do you make of that nut?” Dave was lying in bed with legs crossed and hands behind his head.

Marie had just slipped into a black nightie and was heading to bed. “Don’t know. Did you see the look on his face?” She asked, getting beneath the covers.

“Weird. For a moment there, I thought I might have to get outside in the pouring rain for that idiot.”

Marie reached over and switched off the lamp. Dave immediately put his arm around her.

Her back to him, Marie smiled. “I’m so lucky to have you as my husband, Dave Adams.” She stroked his hand gently.

“I’m the lucky one,” Dave answered softly. “But since I don’t really believe in luck, I guess fortunate is the better word. I’m really proud of you, honey.”

“For what?” Marie turned and faced him.

“Well, for starters…. you’ve worked hard and accomplished something that many people only dream of; you’ve survived an upbringing that was literally hell on earth and pulled through all right. What I admire most about you, Marie, is that you’re a kind, loving person with a heart of gold. How can I not be proud of you?”

Marie leaned in and kissed him; her hand now rested on his chest.

“Did you really think that no one would buy the book?” he asked.

“No.” Marie replied. “I just made up my mind that if someone was at least crazy enough to give it a shot, maybe it would help them in some way—at least that’s what I was hoping for. If it helped at least one person, that would’ve been good enough for me.”

“You see it’s definitely serving its purpose. Don’t you?”

Marie nodded. “But that’s strange; isn’t it?”

“What?”

“That I’m nobody special and people think that I did something worthwhile for them. I’d be the first to admit that other people out there deserve far more recognition for their work than I do.”

Dave laughed quietly. “You never were good at receiving compliments, Marie. So humble: That’s another thing I love about you.”

“We’ve come a long way. Haven’t we?” She smiled.

“We certainly have.” This time, Dave initiated the kiss and they were locked in each other’s embrace until passion drove them to the inimitable heights of ecstasy.

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This title may be purchased in separate episodes (1-3) or as The Complete Series.

Part 1                                                The Complete Series

INFESTATION NEW jpg INFESTATION- The Complete Series

Dad just turned 76.

Earlier this month, my father turned 76 years old. Often when I think about him these days, I reflect on the awesome miracle God did in his life ten years ago . Back then in 2006, for the first time in my life, I saw just a shell of my father lying on that hospital gurney. None of us knew it right then, but he was suffering from heart failure. We were soon informed that his heart had expanded to the size of his chest and the bottom line was: He would need a heart transplant. Without that, he would have to be on medication for the rest of his life and from the frail condition he was in at that time, there was no telling how long “the rest of his life” would be. I remember the first day he spent in the hospital, I sat in my living room that night and had a heart to heart with God. I told Him (as if He didn’t know) that my Daddy was just 66 years old and he hadn’t even yet seen his three scores & ten. I asked my Heavenly Father to heal my dad and to please allow him to live years beyond the age of 70. God, in turn, miraculously healed my father, took him off the loads of medicine given to him and restored not just his heart and health, but his spirit. He became a new person– the greatest transformation I had ever seen in my entire life.

Every year that Daddy lives past the age of 70, I think about the prayer I prayed that night and how awesome God truly is. I told him the other day after wishing him happy birthday that every birthday he sees takes me back to that night with God. It’s been 10 years since then and my dad told me on his birthday recently that he’s just leaving his “teenage years”. I guess that’s how good he feels when years earlier, he was fighting for his life and the team of doctors never thought he would walk out of that hospital.

I said all of that to say this: Miracles still do happen. As bad and hopeless as life can get sometimes, NEVER GIVE UP! God is still on His throne and He sees everything and most of all, He sees your heart–the state of which propels Him to do great things in your life.

In my book CORNELIUS, I gave a special acknowledgement to my father. His words I heard many times as I was growing up still lingers in my mind and helped mold me into who I am today.

More of Daddy’s story and so much more is in the book: Seeing Beyond the Natural.

Have a beautiful day and all the best. Just thought I’d share that with you.