One Tuesday Morning (9/11 Series #1) [NOOK Book]

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I’m a firefighter, God, so I know I’ve been in some tough places before. But this . . . this not knowing the people I love . . . this is the hardest thing I can imagine.

The last thing Jake Bryan knew was the roar of the World Trade Center collapsing on top of him and his fellow firefighters. The man in the hospital bed remembers nothing. Not rushing with his teammates up ...
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Overview

I’m a firefighter, God, so I know I’ve been in some tough places before. But this . . . this not knowing the people I love . . . this is the hardest thing I can imagine.

The last thing Jake Bryan knew was the roar of the World Trade Center collapsing on top of him and his fellow firefighters. The man in the hospital bed remembers nothing. Not rushing with his teammates up the stairway of the south tower to help trapped victims. Not being blasted from the building. And not the woman sitting by his bedside who says she is his wife.

Jamie Bryan will do anything to help her beloved husband regain his memory, and with it their storybook family life with their small daughter, Sierra. But that means helping Jake rediscover the one thing Jamie has never shared with him: his deep faith in God.

Jake’s fondest prayer for his wife is about to have an impact beyond anything he could possibly have conceived. One Tuesday Morning is a love story like none you have ever read: tender, poignant, commemorating the tragedy and heroism of September 11 and portraying the far-reaching power of God’s faithfulness and a good man’s love.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780310295181
  • Publisher: Zondervan
  • Publication date: 9/9/2008
  • Series: 9/11 Series , #1
  • Sold by: Zondervan Publishing
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 15,101
  • File size: 546 KB

Meet the Author

Karen Kingsbury

New York Times best-selling author Karen Kingsbury is America’s favorite inspirational novelist with over 20 million books in print. Her Life-Changing Fiction™ has produced multiple best sellers including Unlocked, Leaving, Take One, Between Sundays, Even Now, One Tuesday Morning, Beyond Tuesday Morning, and Ever After, which was named the 2007 Christian Book of the Year. An award-winning author and newly published songwriter, Karen has several movies optioned for production, and her novel Like Dandelion Dust was made into a major motion picture and is now available on DVD. Karen is also a nationally known speaker with several women’s groups including Women of Faith. She lives in Tennessee with her husband, Don, and their five sons, three of whom are adopted from Haiti. Their daughter Kelsey is married to Christian artist Kyle Kupecky.

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One Tuesday Morning


By Karen Kingsbury

Zondervan

Copyright © 2003 Zondervan
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0310247527


Chapter One

September 2, 2001

There were too many funerals.

Jamie Bryan locked eyes on the casket anchored atop a specially fitted slow-moving New York City fire truck, and that was her only thought. Too many funerals. So many that this one-like those before it-was steeped in tradition: the haunting refrains from fifty bagpipes, the white-gloved salute, the lone bugler sounding taps, the helicopter passing overhead. Jamie knew the routine well. Hundreds of dignitaries and several thousand uniformed firefighters lined Fifth Avenue outside St. Patrick's Cathedral, the same way they'd done five times already that year.

A sad melody lifted from the bagpipes and mingled with the early September wind.

"I hate this," she whispered without moving.

Her husband stood a few inches away, tall and proud, his blue uniform pressed crisp, right hand sharply at attention near his brow. He squeezed her hand. No words came, no response to her statement. What could he say? Funerals were part of the job. Sometimes ten a year, sometimes twenty. This year was the lightest yet. Only six so far-six men like Jake who went to work for the FDNY one morning and never came home.

The funeral music swelled, and Jamie Bryan could feel the walls, feel them growing and building within her. The first bricks had been with her since the beginning, back when she first considered marrying a New York City firefighter.

Back when she and Jake Bryan were just twelve years old.

"I'm never leaving New York City." They'd been playing tag with neighbor kids outside his house one day that summer. Everyone else had gone in for dinner. "I'll be FDNY like my daddy." Certainty shone from his eyes as they made their way onto his front lawn. "Puttin' out fires and savin' people."

"That's fine for you." She'd dropped to the ground and leaned back on her elbows. "When I grow up I'm gonna live in France." She stared at the hazy humid New York sky. "Artists live there."

"Oh yeah?" Jake flopped down beside her. "Before or after you marry me?"

She lowered her chin to her chest and raised her eyebrows at him. "What makes you think I'd marry you, Jake Bryan?"

"Because ..." He twisted his baseball cap and shot her a grin. "You love me. And you always will."

That had been it, really. They didn't date until high school, but after that summer Jake Bryan had been the only boy for her.

"What do you see in him?" Her father peered at her over the top of his newspaper the day after her eighteenth birthday. "He'll never be rich."

Jamie had rolled her eyes. "Money isn't everything, Daddy."

"But security is." Her father let the newspaper fall to the table. "You'll get neither from Jake."

Anger had flashed like lightning across Jamie's heart. "How can you say that?"

"Because." Her father had rested his forearms on the table, his expression softer. "It's a tough job, fighting fires in New York City. The danger's always there, Jamie, as close as the next call." He gestured in the direction of Jake's house. "Look at his mother. She lives with the danger every day. It's in her eyes, part of who she is. That'll be you one day if you marry Jake Bryan."

Her father and Jake's were both Staten Island men, hardworking New Yorkers who made the commute to Manhattan every day. But the similarities stopped there. Jake's father, Jim, was a fireman, a chaplain who always had something to say about God or the importance of faith.

"What good thing has the Lord done for you today, Jamie?" he'd ask, grinning at her with piercing blue eyes that would light up the room.

Jamie was never sure how to answer the man. She had no practice at giving God credit for the good things in life. Small wonder, really. Her father, Henry Steele, was an investment banker who had built a small financial empire with nothing more than brains, determination, and self-reliance. At least that was his explanation.

Their family had lived in the same house where Jake and Jamie and their daughter, Sierra, lived today. In an elite section of Westerleigh, not far from the Staten Island Expressway and the ferry ramps. The sprawling two-story colonial had a finished basement and a built-in pool in the backyard. Back then Jamie and her sister had been friends, just two years apart and living the charmed life of summer beach parties and winter vacations in the Florida Keys.

All of it compliments of Henry Steele's hard work and ingenuity.

God got no credit at all.

"A man doesn't need anyone but himself," he would tell Jamie and her sister. "Religion is a sign of weakness." Then he'd shoot a pointed look at Jamie. "Of course, when a person fights fires in New York City, faith might be a necessity."

And so Jamie waited month after month for something terrible to happen to Jake's father. But in the end it had been Jamie's father, not Jake's, who died the tragic death. One evening when her parents were driving home from the ferry, her father lost control at the wheel, careened off the road, and wrapped their car around a telephone pole. By the time paramedics arrived at the scene, both her parents were dead. Jamie was twenty that year, her sister, eighteen.

Their parents carried a million dollars' life insurance each, and a lawyer helped the girls work out an agreement. Jamie got the family house; Kara got a full ride to Florida State University and stocks. They were both given enough savings to last a lifetime, but no amount of money could stop the arguments that developed over the next few years. An ocean of differences lay between them now. It had been five years since they'd spoken to each other.

Three years after the death of her parents, Jamie remembered her father's warning about Jake's job as she stood by and watched him graduate with his fire science degree. Weeks later he was hired by the New York Fire Department. The next summer Jake and Jamie married and honeymooned on a Caribbean cruise, and since then Jamie hadn't been more than a hundred miles from the East Coast.

But she no longer wanted to travel the world. Sights from a dozen exotic countries could never rival the pleasure she felt simply loving Jake Bryan.

"You don't have to work, you know ..." Jamie had mentioned the fact to Jake just once-a month before his first shift with FDNY. "We have enough money." Jake had bristled in a way she hadn't seen him do before or since.

"Listen. Fighting fires in New York City is part of who I am, Jamie. Deep inside me." His eyes held a hard glint. "It's not about the money."

The bagpipes stopped, and a sad silence hung in the air.

A bugle cry pierced the quiet morning, and the lonely sound of taps filled the street. Jamie stared at the coffin again. The dead man had been a proby, a probational firefighter still serving his first year with the department. This time deadly smoke, fiery flames, and falling ceiling beams weren't responsible.

The man's engine company had simply responded to an auto shop on fire. For several minutes the proby worked a massive hose reel at the side of the engine, then he climbed back into the cab. His buddies found him not long afterwards, slumped forward, dead of a heart attack at twenty-seven years old. Just five months after graduating top of his class.

He was the fourth fireman to suffer a fatal heart attack in ten months.

The bugle rang out its last note, and in very little time, the sea of blue began to break up. Jamie and Jake held hands as they made their way back to his pickup truck and headed home to Sierra.

Sierra ...

The image of their four-year-old daughter filled Jamie's heart and for a moment dimmed the deep ache there. Sierra had Jake's blue eyes and Jamie's trademark dimples. No one knew where Sierra had gotten her blonde silky hair, but she was a beauty, inside and out. Days like this, Jamie could hardly wait to hold her, to soak in the warmth and hope of her precious laugh. The girl had held both their hearts captive since the day she was born.

Jamie stared out the truck window.

Manhattan smelled of warm bistros and cabbie exhaust fumes. It didn't have a downtime. The sidewalks teamed with people as much now as they would on a weekday. She keyed on a couple about the same age as she and Jake, dressed for business, walking briskly toward some lower Manhattan destination. The two exchanged a smile, and for a fraction of a second, Jamie wondered, Do they know about the dead fireman? Do they spend time pondering the fact that men like Jake are willing to die for their safety?

Jamie shifted and slipped her hand into Jake's. Of course they don't. Unless they know a firefighter or police officer, unless they regularly attend the funerals, why would they? She leaned back in her seat and looked at Jake. The silence between them was heavy, and words didn't come until they hit the ferry docks.

"When's the last time you had your heart checked?"

Jake glanced at her. "What?"

"Your heart." She swallowed and tried to find a neutral tone. "When's the last time you had it checked?"

"Jamie ..." Understanding flooded his eyes. "I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with my heart."

"I'd rather have the doctors decide."

"Honey, heart attacks are part of life." He worked his fingers a little more tightly between hers and kept his eyes on the road. "Not just for firemen."

She stared out the window again and let the air ease from her lungs. Did he always have to read her mind? Couldn't she keep even a little fear to herself? He would never be honest with her as long as he knew she was afraid. Every time he sensed her concern, he had the same answer. Not me, Jamie ... I'll be careful ... nothing'll happen ... And now this. There's nothing wrong with my heart ...

They pulled into line at the Whitehall terminal and inched their way onto the ferry. When they'd driven up as far as they could, Jake slipped the truck into park and faced her. His voice was a gentle caress. "I'm sorry."

She turned to him. "For what?"

"For the funeral." He bit his lip. "I know how much you hate them."

A cavernous pit of sorrow welled within her, but she wouldn't cry. She never did, not in front of him, anyway. "It's not your fault."

"You could stay home next time." He reached out and loosely gripped her knee. "Lots of wives do."

"No." She gave a quick double shake of her head. "I'd rather go."

"Jamie ..." The ferry gave a slight lurch and began to move across the harbor.

"I would." She gritted her teeth. "It reminds me what I'm up against."

"Come on, baby." A chuckle sounded low in his throat, one that was weighted in empathy. "When are you going to stop waiting for something bad to happen?"

"When you work your last shift." Their eyes met and desire stirred within her. They'd been married nearly a decade, but he still moved her, still made her want to hold on to him an extra minute or two every time they came together.

He leaned over and kissed her, the slow passionate kiss of a love that didn't happen in spurts, a love that colored every page of a life they'd written together. He moved his lips along her cheekbone toward her earlobe. "Ten years is too long to worry."

"Nine."

"Nine?" He drew back, and his little-boy expression almost made her laugh.

"Yes. You're almost thirty-six, Jake. You said you'd retire at forty-five like your father. That's nine years."

"Okay, nine. It's still too long to worry. Besides ... I love what I do." Without waiting for a response, he worked his fingers up beneath her rayon blouse and pressed his thumbs against her ribs. "Almost as much as I love you."

She squirmed and couldn't contain a giggle. "Stop it!"

"Anyway, you're worrying about the wrong thing." He tickled her once more, and when she twisted free, he held his hands up in surrender.

"Oh yeah." She caught her breath and straightened her shirt. "What am I supposed to worry about?"

"Beating me at tennis."

"Okay." She forced a sarcastic laugh. "I could try to worry about that."

"What? Is that arrogance in my fair damsel's voice?" He stifled a grin. "You beat me in three sets last week, and now I'm no challenge? Is that it?"

She let her head fall back and she laughed, this time without reservation. "Okay ... I'm worried, Jake."

"Good. And don't forget-today's Sierra's first lesson."

"Here we go." Jamie could feel the sparkle in her eyes. "She's four, Jake."

"Martina Hingis was probably four when she picked up a racket."

Jamie's laughter rang through the cab. "You're crazy."

"About Sierra, yes." Jake's smile faded some." I don't know what I'd do without her." He took her hand. "Or you."

"Me either." She settled against the door of the truck, still facing Jake. "Sierra's perfect isn't she?"

Jake stared out at the harbor, and his eyes grew distant. "Being a dad has given me these feelings ..." He angled his head. "A love I can't describe."

Jamie smiled, slow and easy. The cry of the bagpipes faded from her memory, and one by one the clouds of fear lifted, breaking up like morning fog over the water. Jake was right. Worrying did no good. Especially when every day held so much life for their little family.

"Come on." Jake opened his truck door and motioned for Jamie to follow. She did, and the two of them walked to the front of the ferry, found a quiet spot against a railing, and turned to face the receding New York skyline.

"It's breathtaking every time." She stared past the Statue of Liberty and lifted her eyes to where the World Trade Center towered over the rest of lower Manhattan. "You've been on every floor, haven't you?"

"Of the Twin Towers?" Jake squinted and gazed up at the tall buildings. "Probably. Jammed elevators, chest pains, faulty wiring in the office coffeemaker."

"And the bombing." She lifted her chin and studied his face. "Don't forget about that."

"Yeah." He lifted one shoulder. "But the fire was out before we got there."

"Still ... it was scary. I remember it like it was yesterday."

"The towers are safe, Jamie. Stairwells run down three sides." He narrowed his eyes and looked back at the buildings. "It's the old warehouses and abandoned factories. Those are scary."

"I know." She gripped the railing behind her and studied the city again. After a moment she shifted her gaze to him. "I'll try not to worry so much. Okay?"

He slipped his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. "Okay. Besides, who of you, by worrying, can add an hour to his life?" He paused. "That's from the Bible."

Jamie let the comment pass. Letting go of her fear was one thing. Claiming some sort of help or understanding from an old leather-bound book of ancient letters was another. But to say so would only upset Jake. And the day was too beautiful, their time together too short for that.

Continues...


Excerpted from One Tuesday Morning by Karen Kingsbury Copyright © 2003 by Zondervan
Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 25, 2008

    Only if you like Christian fiction

    This is not in my normal genre, but my book club picked it so I borrowed it from the library. It starts out like most good books do, it grabbed my attention and made me want to keep reading. At least, it did until it got heavy-handed with religion. Half of each main couple is very religious, very Christian. The other half is decidedly NOT. After about the fourth or fifth 'God, please let my spouse realize the Truth of Your Love' within the first three chapters, I gave up. I just couldn't take it anymore and it was only 'September 9th'. If that's NOT what you're interested in, don't waste your money buying the book.

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  • Posted April 5, 2012

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    An exceptional example of quality Christian fiction. I loved it!

    An exceptional example of quality Christian fiction. I loved it!!!

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2012

    LOVED this book!

    I borrowed it from my stepmom & fell in love with it! My husband is a firefighter and this book put into perspective the life of not only a firefighter, it also put into perspective the chaos of that firefighter's family. Highly recommend this book!

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 15, 2010

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    Inspiring

    This was the first book by Karen that I read, it was a good story, I lost a cousin in 9/11 so I can relate to the story, I hope she writes many more

    One reader commented it had religion, Karen Kingsbury writes Christian fiction it is her genre, that is why, I did not find it offensive, I found it inspiring and comforting rather than intrusive

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2008

    A reviewer

    I was profoundly affected by 9-11, as most Americans were. I bought this book with a bit of trepidation that this event would be trivialized, but also with hope that there would be a honest Christian outlook on this terrible tragedy. Instead I found a sub-par, formulaic, unbelievable (no one checked his blood type?) plot and story line set against the terrible tragedy of 9-11. I finished the book, hoping it would improve, but alas, it never did.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 18, 2007

    Love It !

    It was so good I couldn't put it down ! I don't personally know anyone who died on 9/11 but reading this book gave me somewhat of an idea of what people had to go thru to try and find their loved ones. It was such a tear-jerker at the end! I can't wait to finish the second book!

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2013

    Ummm

    Im 11 should i read this

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 18, 2014

    Cannot wait to read the next one!

    Great story. It shows how God is always there for us and he is always aware of every need we have.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2013

    God bless the family's

    God bless the family's who lost somebody if it was a husband, to an enemy or even a friend, please pray for 9-11, at least we know they are in a better place,in heaven

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2013

    September 11, 2013

    Pray for those who have lost a loved one. Pray for everyone. &hearts

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 30, 2013

    The book ¿One Tuesday Morning¿ by Karen Kingsbury. The book is a

    The book “One Tuesday Morning” by Karen Kingsbury. The book is about 9/11 from the point of view of Jamie Bryan the wife of the firefighter who lost his memory. She tried to help him gain it back. This book is unthinkably sad. His wife truly loves him to stick with him, to help, and to be there for him going through a rough time. Then, she found out its not her husband if it was me I wouldn’t be able to take it. Jamie is one strong girl. They should’ve done blood work to see if it was him or not. This book is a tragedy. I’m glad I read this book. It shows that god is there for a lot of people who need them at a rough time in there life.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 25, 2012

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    I just finished reading this book. I really enjoyed lt. It's a must read for someone who likes to read a good story. The author did a wonderful job portraying the emotions of all the characters. I has such a beautiful storyline. You can tell by reading this book that the author is truly a gifted writer. She has a way with words. I will definately read more of her books. This book has sadness, happiness, suspense, and yes it made me shed a tear or two.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2012

    WOW!

    This book is amazing!!! Yes it deserves 3 exclamation marks. This book is full of suspense. I loved the end. I've liked it so much I'm now reading the second book of the series: One Wednesday Morning. JOKING! It's called Beyond Tuesday Morning and it takes place 2 years after the attacks. READ THIS BOOK NOW! I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH IT COSTS! JUST READ IT!

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 13, 2011

    Great book

    I only downloaded the sample and it had me in tears

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 6, 2011

    What an amazing story!

    This story shows the amazing ways that God works in and through his followers. If you are reading this and you are not a Christian, then i encourage you to search for the Truth. Read the BIBLE and discover God's amazing grace and love. ''For GOD so loved the world that he gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him.'

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 27, 2011

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    Will Make You Cry

    This book is so good. It will make you cry, and it will open some wounds you might still have from that Tuesday morning almost ten years ago. I read it when I was at work when I was still working for the movie theater, and I was crying when someone came up for popcorn and a drink and they were like; "What is wrong?" and I was like; "This book is so sad." Have tissue near by when you read this book.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 25, 2010

    Touching

    I wasn't sure about reading this. I love Karen Kingsbury but I wasn't sure whether reading a fictional story about the events of that day was something I wanted to do. I knew that if anyone could do it without sensationalism, it was Karen. I was not disappointed.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 19, 2005

    ABSOLUTELY AMAZING

    I am an avid reader and NEVER have I read a book that had such an emotional response. It was nearly impossible to put the book down and it really helped me to understand the impact that September 11th had on American citizens. You feel the pain and sorrow, as well as the healing that God provides. This was the first book I have read by Kathy Kingsley, but it will not be the last.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 11, 2005

    Amazing

    This book made me see 9-11 in a new light. It's a wonderful book and I hope whoever looks at this book will buy it, I could not stop reading this book once I started. It's like that pringles comerchle 'Once ya start ya just can't stop'

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 3, 2013

    Awesome

    I loved this book you have to read them all

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