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Chocolate for a Woman's Spirit: 77 Stories of Inspiration to Lift Your Heart and Soothe Your Soul
     

Chocolate for a Woman's Spirit: 77 Stories of Inspiration to Lift Your Heart and Soothe Your Soul

by Kay Allenbaugh
 

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Take A Chocolate Break!
Chocolate -- sweet, delectable, and rich -- is a feast for our senses and a treat for our souls. Now, indulge yourself in 77 brand-new "chocolate stories," from the creator of the national bestsellers Chocolate for a Woman's Soul and Chocolate for a Woman's Heart. Kay Allenbaugh has gathered together a luscious mix of

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Take A Chocolate Break!
Chocolate -- sweet, delectable, and rich -- is a feast for our senses and a treat for our souls. Now, indulge yourself in 77 brand-new "chocolate stories," from the creator of the national bestsellers Chocolate for a Woman's Soul and Chocolate for a Woman's Heart. Kay Allenbaugh has gathered together a luscious mix of real-life stories by and for women that will inspire, delight, and empower you. Savor the everyday experiences and momentous adventures of women who tap into their intuition, listen to life's wake-up calls, overcome old fears, and discover the courage to start over. Like you, they juggle the roles of worker, wife, sister, mother, and friend. And like you, they face life's challenges and rejoice in its blessings as only women can -- with a sense of wonder, a sense of humor, and a sense of spirit!

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
Richard Carlson bestselling author of Don't Sweat the Small Stuff Good stuff — great inspiration for men and women.

Michael Schneider Editor-in-Chief, Chocolatier magazine I savored these stories like I do perfectly made chocolate truffles...enjoy!

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780743200455
Publisher:
Touchstone
Publication date:
11/19/1999
Sold by:
SIMON & SCHUSTER
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
304
File size:
547 KB

Read an Excerpt

From: The Force is With You Love at First Sight

Many years ago, my uncle owned a restaurant at a small airport in Illinois. My mother was the assistant manager, and I was the hostess. One afternoon, my mother and I went to a diner for lunch. Our waitress, Debbie, was so sweet that we took an immediate liking to her, and my mother offered her a job at my uncle's restaurant on the spot. Debbie accepted.

We invited her to our home for dinner that evening and during our conversations with her, we learned that she had never married and that she had no boyfriend. She told us that five years before while on a flight back east, she met "her pilot" and that it was love at first sight.

She had been very nervous as she was boarding the plane and the pilot was standing in the doorway greeting passengers. He must have noticed how afraid of flying she seemed, and he struck up a conversation with her. They spoke less than ten minutes, and he assured her he would fly her safely to her destination. She told us it was love at first sight, and we told her there was no such thing. Although she never saw her pilot again, she never forgot the feeling she had in her heart when their eyes met.

Mother and I had a plan. Since she was so in love with her pilot, we decided to fix her up with one of the many single pilots that came into the restaurant to eat in between flights. We approached John, one of the pilots, and told him about Debbie. He agreed to meet her for a dinner date on one of his nights off.

We sat him at a nice table with candlelight and fresh flowers. When Debbie arrived, we walked her to the table to introduce her to her date. As we approached, Debbie stopped dead in her tracks, tears welled up in her eyes, her hand went to her heart, and though I couldn't believe what I was hearing, she said, "My pilot, it's my pilot!" He stood dumbstruck and embraced her.

We later learned that he, too, had fallen in love with "his passenger" five years ago on that flight back east.

The last we heard from Debbie was in a letter from Guam. When people tell me there is no such thing as love at first sight, I tell them this story and show them the photo Debbie enclosed with her letter, a photo of her family -- her husband, John, in his pilot's uniform and their two beautiful daughters.

Kim Champion


In Safekeeping

Having lived and traveled through Central America for two years, I considered myself bus savvy.

I knew all the schedules and times. I also knew better than to travel at night or take an unfamiliar route. So one night, when the bus I was riding broke down three times before we boarded another, which deposited everyone in the capital well after dark, I figured the gods were against me. I cried and pleaded with the driver not to leave me there alone, in a location totally unfamiliar to me, but he laughed like someone sick of American tourists and swiftly drove off into the pitch-blackness.

The few streetlights sported empty sockets from which the bulbs had been pilfered, and the only human presence seemed to be a couple reeking of liquor, asleep -- or maybe dead! My imagination spiraled. Where could the other passengers have gone to so quickly? I wondered. Every headline, every story of women found raped, beaten, or dead in an empty alley seemed to reverberate from the hollows of broken windows and stripped cars, and propelled me to the signposts on the street corners. I had to figure out where I was.

Eight blocks later, I located two cross-street signs and plotted a path in my mind. A right turn at the next corner would lead me down a long street, through a tunnel, and into a park that I'd walked in often and knew would be populated even late at night. So began my long march toward safety.

One block before the tunnel, a man staggered out of a deserted building behind the only functioning streetlight and came right at me. He put one hand on my left arm and another in my hair, caressing it, pulling it. "You are beautiful," he slurred with his face pressed against mine, and I could smell the booze and the weeks of not bathing. "Tell me where you're going and I'll walk you there," he insisted, mocking me, still holding tightly to my arm. Not wanting to challenge or engage him by speaking or looking directly at him, I sized up his shadow on the wall. Not a big man, but nonetheless larger than I, and I knew at that moment, with absolute certainty, that he would attack me the minute I entered the confines of the tunnel that loomed before us.

Just then I heard another set of footsteps fall in behind me. Knowing attacks such as the one planned for me usually involve more than one person, I should have been terrified. And yet the minute I heard those footsteps, a sense of calm as palpable as the drunk man's groping hands descended upon me. As sure as I was two seconds ago that this drunkard would attack me in the tunnel, I was now equally certain that I would be safe. I glanced again at the wall to see the shadow of my savior, the owner of the second set of footsteps falling so close behind me, the one who would keep me safe.

No one was there. And yet the footsteps rang out, loud and piercing in the quiet night, reassuring me with each echo that I would not be harmed.

As I had predicted, when we reached the tunnel the drunk man lunged toward me, wrapping his hands around my neck and propelling me forward. But just as quickly he released me, and I stumbled backward as the force with which he was ripped from my body reversed my direction. I turned just long enough to see him fly through the air and land near the gutter on the other side of the street. No one else was there.

I made it safely through the tunnel that night. Now, whenever I'm afraid, I remember that night in Central America when I started out thinking the gods were against me. In the end, I knew they had been behind me the whole time. One night I heard their footsteps; I felt their force. And I have never been alone again.

Ellen Urbani Hiltebrand

Copyright © 1999 by Allenbaugh Associates, Inc.

Meet the Author

Kay Allenbaugh, creator of the Chocolate series, is a writer and speaker who is known as "The Caretaker of Stories for Women of the World." She lives in Lake Oswego, Oregon. Contributors to the Chocolate series include bestselling authors, motivational speakers, newspaper columnists, radio hosts, spiritual leaders, psychotherapists, businesswomen, and teenagers from all over the world.

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