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Mike's family has lost everything; the government took it all. His father was a drug lord who was brutally murdered at gunpoint. His mother is a neglectful seductress who wanted more from life. His father's replacement is racist, overly religious, and abusive to him.
Mike is a child who lives with the stigma of homelessness, asthma, mutilation by flesh-eating bacteria, and a weak undernourished body. He is without any friends...except for one that he creates with his imagination.
The future looks bleak for him, but all hope is not lost; Mike was born with a gift: an astonishingly high IQ, coupled with an uncommon willpower needed to accomplish his dream: to become a United States Navy SEAL.
At first, you may not like him as a person; he's a rebel, an antihero, a maverick who lives by his own code of honor and tells truths that no one wants to hear. His strength is his intelligence; his weakness is his rage. But he when he loves, he loves deeply, so passionately that he'd be willing to sacrifice anything for her.

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  • ISBN-13: 9781452085494
  • Publisher: AuthorHouse
  • Publication date: 1/10/2011
  • Pages: 396
  • Product dimensions: 1.00 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 6.00 (d)

First Chapter

Fighting For Redemption


By Mike Norton

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2011 Mike Norton
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4520-8548-7


Chapter One

Come All Yee Weary "I had given her the key to the softest, warmest, kindest, gentlest part of me: my heart."

Age: 18 Navy SEAL Winter Class 269 Coronado, California

If I was gonna kill myself, I was gonna do it my way ... in my own epic style.

There, shivering in the cold amongst my brothers, the rain soaking our green camouflage uniforms to the bone, I sat in the shadows ... wondering.

I had neither home, nor truthfully, any family that I could run to; I was a lone wolf, a vagabond wanderer without vision or purpose. I remember when things were simpler, when my life was once filled with love and imagination.

Heh ... love? I laugh at the word now. Love doesn't exist for men like me ... we don't deserve it. We wouldn't know what to do with it if we'd found it, nor could we settle with it for long.

So there I was ... looking up to an ashen sky as thunder rumbled and lightning cried. I embraced the sky's tears upon my cheeks, appreciating nature's sweet symphony of wind, swaying palm trees, and the pitter-pat of rain upon dirt and concrete.

I exhaled, my hot breath escaping my lips in a vanishing crystal vapor.

Flashes from my past arose from the darkest depths of my mind:

My friends had all graduated ... leaving me to finish senior year on my own. I was so used to hanging out with the older crowd that I carried myself with distain around the immature idiots who tossed paper balls and airplanes before the bell rang.

I was real cool with Mr. Sokolic and Mr. Conway. They had been my teachers once before, but I was so focused on videogames, anime, and martial arts that I failed both of their classes and had to retake them on top of my other classes to gain the credits necessary to graduate on time. I would always run into both of them in the weight room, and Mr. Conway would invite me to martial arts tournaments with his son. I knew that the fact that he failed me wasn't anything personal. It was entirely my fault, and I took responsibility for it. After school, we were good friends; he was my work-out mentor.

So, sitting there, waiting for the bell to ring, I leaned back improperly in my seat—a paper airplane whizzing past my ear. I held myself with the posture of a king; I was the oldest, most dangerous, experienced kid in the class ... and I knew it too.

... and that's when I saw her. My high school sweetheart.

Leena Mendez walked through the front door like a goddess ... even if she hadn't realized it of herself. Bracing her books to her chest with a shy smile, she wore a teal silk traditional Korean dress that snugly lined her feminine figure, along with matching heels. Instantly, I was captivated by her presence, leaning forward in my chair, my mouth slightly open. Her vibrant face radiated with innocence, and I was dumbstruck in silence as she neared my desk to get to hers.

Our eyes met.

I had to say something. I had to get her attention with something smooth, cool, and refreshingly original ... but what?

("Hanasu-yo, baka!" {Speak, stupid!} Nova said, as she walked closer. He was sitting in a chair next to me. "Haiaku!" {Hurry!} "Or you'll miss your chance!")

"That's a nice dress!" I spat.

She smiled.

I smiled.

"Thank you!" she said, and continued to her seat.

The younger kid next to me took notice of my plight. "You're a retard, yo!"

"Shut up!" I snapped.

("Yeah, real smooth, Casanova ..." Nova pitched, sarcastically. "Real smooth ...")

My lack of grace, though, wouldn't go unappreciated.

"Leena and Michael!" Mr. Sokolic snapped his ruler, interrupting his lesson.

"... Yes!?" we said in unison, fooling around in the back of the classroom.

"Cut it out! Sit her down or I'll put you out!"

"Okay ..." we said. From my shoulder, I sat her back down in her chair.

... but that was just one of countless little occurrences.

"Leena!" Mr. Sokolic would yell. "Stop throwing things at Michael!" ... a paper ball falls to the floor.

The sound of my chair slamming against the ground snapped Mr. Sokolic from his concentration on the class projector.

"What the!?" he turned around. I was on the ground and Leena was giggling her naughty little ass off. She'd kicked my seat down while I was sitting in it. I scrambled to get back to my feet and restore my chair. "Leena! You know better!"

"... Sorry!" she struggled to hold in her laugh.

He looked at me.

"... and stop leaning back in your chair, Michael! You two aren't even supposed to be sitting together anymore!"

Leena and I would argue at the drop of a hat; every other day was a different skirmish. But we always came together again. She was my first real love, the jewel of my teenhood.

Age: 19 Somewhere along the coast of Manama, Bahrain One year later ...

Dust kicked up from beneath the soiled tires of the ragged taxi as it slowed to a complete halt. I paid the driver his dinars and exited the vehicle one foot at a time.

"Ey!" he said in his Arabic accent. "There's nothing here, boss. Are you sure this is the place?"

I looked around as I straightened my backpack.

I turned back to the cab driver. "Yeah, this is the place."

"How will you get back ... do you need my cell phone number?"

"No," I smiled through my black sunglasses. I sighed. "No, that won't be necessary."

"Okay, boss, okay. Thank you."

"No ..." I paused. "Thank you."

And with that, we parted ways as the cab drove off into the dusty horizon. I took another look around: I was the only person around for miles. Just me and Nova in this vast Middle Eastern desert shore. I had told the cab driver to drop me off at the coastline; my eyes took in the wonderful sight of storm clouds on the horizon, slowly moving toward our direction. The ocean waves were gradually becoming more rapid and violent with each passing moment. The beach itself was jagged with boulders and rocks scattered throughout the hilly sand dunes.

("Ookami ..." {Wolf} Nova spoke calmly, as we observed our surroundings. "... arashi wa kimasu da." {... a storm is coming} A moment of silence, before he turned to look at me. "You tryin' to do something reckless again?")

I smiled, without a word.

("What do you think you're doing?" Nova asked, worriedly.)

"Urusendaiyo ..." {Shut up ...}

"I know what you're doing!" he ran in front of me, placing a hand on my chest to stop me from walking forward any further.

I let go of one of my backpack straps as I marched toward the cliff, and smacked his hand away.

I walked past him, onward to my destination.

("Kore wa tadashii ja nai-yo!" {This isn't right!} he protested, running back up to me again.)

"It's no longer my problem," I said. "It's out of my hands now." I pushed him forcefully aside once more.

("It's always in your hands, Ookami.")

Nova went to swing for my face, but I dipped his punch, and came around to elbow-check him in his jaw ... sending him straight to the ground. He teleported as he fell, back to his feet. It was physically impossible for me to knock him out. Whenever I landed a good hit on him that would've knocked out an actual living breathing human being, he would respawn instantaneously somewhere else in my vicinity. It was like fighting an anime character that you could never actually beat in real life. He was the perfect version of my fighting style. Flawless. Fast. Ethereally indestructible ... and because of that, the normal laws of pain and physics need not apply to him.

Even if I landed a good hit on him, it was always irrelevant. Nova would be invincible, so long as my brain stayed active. The only way to make him truly disappear for good was to kill me.

("Don't. Do. This!" I remembered him saying. "It's not too late!")

"Too late for what, exactly?" I asked, as I sat my backpack down, unzipped it, and pulled out some rope I'd managed to steal from the ERT warehouse. "It's not a matter of being too late or too early."

He stared at me with absolute horror in his eyes, as they turned an amber-yellow color.

"Kuso!" {Shit!} I swore at myself ... realizing that I had suddenly forgotten how to tie the damn knot properly. "You wouldn't happen to remember how to tie this knot, would you?"

("Wolf, even if I did, I wouldn't tell you ...")

I scrunched my face and shook my head, "Eh ... didn't think so."

("Don't half-ass it!" Nova yelled. "You'll break your neck!")

I wrangled together something close to a bowline knot, because I'd forgotten how to tie a noose. "Sure," I replied to him. "... if I'm lucky."

I stood up from my kneeling position, where I'd sat the backpack, and went to what seemed like the sturdiest boulder to use as an anchor.

("Onegaishimasu!" {Please!} he begged. "Kore ga shimasen!" {Don't do this!} "You will regret it!")

"Nah," I thought aloud. "There's nothing in my life worth regretting."

("That's not true!" he cried. "Kore wa kyouki da!") {This is madness!}

I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Kyouki?"{Madness?} I uttered, pointing a finger in his face. "Anata no seikatsu wa kyouki da!" {Your very existence is madness!} At least what I'm doing has a reason behind it ..." I spoke as I fitted the other end of the rope around my throat, making sure it was nice and snug. "You on the other hand, Nova, serve no purpose. I don't know why you exist."

He stared at me, hurt. "... yes, you do. Deep down."

With that said, I turned around, taking a few steps to the edge of the cliff, witnessing the ominous rocky descent below. The tide was coming in now, the sleek ocean spray kissing the side of the rock wall. The storm was coming now ... yes ... I could barely wait.

I hadn't warned anyone beforehand. I didn't leave any dramatic cruel-cruel-world letters for people to sob over after they'd found my body (that is, if they ever found it, at all ... after all, I was in the middle of nowhere in a foreign military-occupied country and had told no one that I was leaving base). I knew that it rarely rained here in the Middle East. After the weather report in the paper proved to be accurate ... I knew that this would be my moment.

I most certainly had a natural flair for melodrama though, that much was for certain. But I didn't actually want the spotlight this time. I didn't want my mentor or supervisor, or any of the members on my team, to try and come to the rescue with a friendly hug and the bullshit line: Everything's gonna be okay ...

... because it wasn't. Everything's not gonna be okay.

I had been trained and raised (whether my mom had realized it or not) to hold all of that nonsense inside. No one actually gives a fuck about what you're going through. No one gives a fuck about what you have to say. No one would even ultimately care if I was gone.

There might be an investigation, a few tears shed at my funeral ... but you know what?

Whatever priest or Buddhist holy man who would do my ceremony would still ask at the end of the day, "... could you pass the ketchup, please?"

Some people might shed a few crocodile tears ... but that was only because it was protocol. That was standard operating procedure. It didn't mean they actually gave a fuck. I just wanted to disappear. To fade to black and return to the nothingness from which I came.

Leena would most certainly not give a fuck. She never loved me at all. She said it herself. I would battle with Nova about the truth of that, but in the end, I was right, not him. Not once did Leena ever believe how much I really cared for her. If I told her, then and there, that I was gonna kill myself because she left me ... what the fuck kind of sorry, pathetic, attention-sucking vampire would I be? At most, she'd get back with me out of pity, because she didn't want the blame for my death ... but that's not what I wanted. I wanted her to genuinely love me as I loved her. I wanted her to trust me just once ... just one fucking time ... and break a few rules with me.

But that wouldn't happen now ... it would never happen ... and I am far too proud of a warrior to accept anything less than perfection ... I could never be someone else's burden. If I told her I was gonna kill myself and she got back with me just to make me happy, then she wouldn't be happy ... and that's not what I had worked so hard to achieve for the past four miserable years.

The only thing that ever mattered to me was her happiness, and that she remembered me. As long as I would be in her memory ... somewhere in the archives of her mind, as a good man with a good heart, then I was satisfied.

That's the most I could ask for. I couldn't help if she didn't love me ... like David DeAngelo says: "Attraction is not a choice." I couldn't force it from her, nor would I ever try to.

Out of all the beatings I've received in my life, after all the pain of broken bones and shattered dreams ... of moving from failure to failure ... of being ridiculed, sick, battered and bruised ... all of these were merely outside attacks that I could adapt to. All of these only gave me a tougher skin ... I could suck it up, just like I was raised to.

... but the kind of pain Leena Mendez put me through was indescribable. I let her in.

I'd gone through Navy SEAL training with two broken feet, I withstood any punishment from anybody, be it my stepfather, my illegal martial arts matches, or the BUD/S instructors, and I had been on my sick bed multiple times ... homeless ... diseased ... cold ...

... all of that only strengthened my armor.

But Leena had bypassed my armor. I had given her the key to the softest, warmest, kindest, gentlest part of me: my heart. The only secret I ever kept from her was Nova ... but just from knowing me for so long, I suspect that she could tell that there was something mentally wrong with me. She may not have been able to pinpoint what it was exactly ... but she could sense some screws were loose ... no doubt.

I just wanted to disappear.

("You remember when we were in high school?" Nova said to me as I stood ready to embrace the rain.)

My eyes were closed.

"Yes ...?"

("Do you remember that kid who hung himself?")

("I wonder," Nova said, "if this is what he was thinking when he died.")

I felt the little droplets of rain now ... here it comes ... the thunder ... yes ... wait for it ...!

"I dunno," I whispered. "I may not have known him well ... but I'm sure he and I will have many brilliant ... excellent conversations together on the other side."

I stepped off the cliff.

("IIIEEEEEEHHH!!!!!!!" {NOOOOOO!} I had never heard Nova scream like that in my entire life. I had never heard any man scream so terrifyingly.)

I felt as if a nuclear bomb had gone off in my ribcage, disintegrating whatever heart I had inside. The pain was almost unbearable as I dropped from the cliff—to hang myself in the middle of a thunder storm.

Just Breathe

Challenge, challenge me again my friend
Give me all that hurdles you;
Master and ascend again
Listen, and sneer to the rhythm of another man's
lovely little tragedies;
And force what he's been hiding

All along the way, you've seen how he's missing it
The point that you've been making
Beside the will that's shaking
All along the way, you've seen how he's trembling
Frustrated and unconfident
Highly learned but decadent

Pressure, pressure me again, my friend
He's almost there, he's getting it
With that hand of help you lend and then
Listen, and cheer to the rhythm of another man's
Unique voice and style when
He shows what he's been hiding

All along the way, you've seen how he's getting it
The point that you've been making
The barriers he's breaking
All along the way, you've seen how he's winning it
Now he's trained, and strong, and confident
No longer blamed, or wrong, or impudent

To break
under pressure
is to give up all you've ever worked for
Just breathe
And you ... will see the light
That's guides you through the night's
darkest hour

And all along the way, you've seen how he's getting it
The point that you've been making
The barriers he's breaking
All along the way, you've seen how he's winning it
Now he's trained, and strong, and confident
No longer blamed, or wrong, or impudent
... just breathe.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Fighting For Redemption by Mike Norton Copyright © 2011 by Mike Norton. Excerpted by permission of AuthorHouse. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted January 20, 2011

    Changed my outlook on life

    This novel was truely inspirational to me. While everyone will be able to relate to a character in the story, I truely connected to Mike through his similar struggles through abuse and his desire to live life on his own terms. This story has helped me to realize that our biggest enemies are often our own demons and that it takes a certain measure of grit acknowledge and stare them down. Its shown me that even the best of us start off as petty. little creatures, but we can all better ourselves and those around us. "Fighting for Redemption" has helped me to keep going, and to better myself...even if its only 1% a day. As the Mike said, "We all start somewhere", for me this was the start of building a better me.

    7 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 25, 2011

    An Amazing Book

    This book is beautiful. I know Mike personally and I know he's a brilliant person. He wrote this book with complete honesty. Anyone who has anything negative to say, should keep it to him/herself. Mike Norton has a great talent for writing, and I'm happy to see that his book is getting the positive approval it deserves.

    4 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2011

    Inspiration

    I read this book while I was in Iraq. I was going through a lot at the time. This is a very inspirational story. I was able to connect it with my own life. It made me feel like I wasn't so alone, and that I could in fact keep on fighting, and eventually make it home. Mike Norton's story inspired me to turn my life in the direction I truly needed it to go. I absolutely recommend this book to anyone who has had to fight through their own life.

    4 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2011

    Cult Classic - Agreed

    The reviews on this are ridiculous. VERY controversial stuff, you see what you want to in this

    3 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2014

    Videogames, anime and movies influence us big time and not neces

    Videogames, anime and movies influence us big time and not necessarily in a bad way

    I agree with Mike Norton – videogames, anime and movies shape the way we think! As a teen I liked video games, cartoons and certain kind of music that was not mainstream stuff. They inspired me but I did not really have the courage to show my true self to my friends, I thought I was going to be judged. All that does not necessarily make you violent. I did not turn out to be a criminal or a drug addict or any of the things that my parents said, I consider myself a healthy, socially adequate human being. The video games and cartoons taught me – you try, you fail, you try again. And again, and again if you need so, because that´s how it works in video games – when the game is over you just start a new one! 
    A great book! A wonderful, moving and motivational story!
    Thanks,
    Lifa Tifa

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2014

    There seems to be some problems with the B&N website, becaus

    There seems to be some problems with the B&N website, because I can't log onto my account, so I have to post this anonymously, though I wouldn't if I had the choice. I was asked by the author himself to give an honest review of his work. I'm a fan on his facebook fan page.




    What caught my eye the most about this book was the part about the Navy SEALs. i make it a point to read as many seal books as i can. This was way different than what I was expecting to read, because failure is a heavy theme in this book. Mike Norton is NOT a seal, which is something he hasn't lied about in the book description per se, but seems to have written in a way that can be misleading to anyone expecting a true war story.




    I understand that the tag of it is a good selling point and it is. it's worded just-so to avoid the technicality of a lie, but for what it is, it is actually a wonderful story. Mike Norton does train with the seals and he does go to the middle east, but if youre expecting bombs and guns and medal-of-honor-worthy actions, you will not enjoy this read. What this story is truly about is one young man's struggle against himself, his inner psychological issues in what he's called his "persuit of self-mastery". I really respect the honesty it was written with and I'm looking forward to seeing more from this author in the future. 

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  • Posted February 9, 2014

    I accidentally came across a trailer on YouTube that lead to buy

    I accidentally came across a trailer on YouTube that lead to buying this book and I am most definitely glad I did so. From page one I felt a strong connection with the author and could not stop reading it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2014

    A couple of lessons worth learning When it comes to non-fiction

    A couple of lessons worth learning

    When it comes to non-fiction, it's one of the best reads I've had in a while.
    Without doubt Mike Norton has made a promising start of his writer's career. The book is written in a daring yet beautiful and easy to read way; it was difficult for me to put it down once I started reading it.
    Mike's story is most definitely inspiring as it shows that no matter how high or low you are in your life where you eventually end up comes down to your own choices. Mike proves it more than once and maybe that's the reason why some might find the events unrealistic. I'm sure everyone can find something to relate to and learn from.
    I admire writer's courage and honesty to have released a book like this.
    Thanks for sharing the story and all the best with the future creations!
    P.S. I don´t mean for this to be anonymous, but for some reason the website does not let me do it in any other way...
    K.M.  

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