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I have seen and heard every story I believe exists about grief and personal loss. As well I am familiar witht the darkness that trauma can create.
Sandy mentions devine intervention, and I believe GOD brought her to me.
I've been confronted with my own dilemma of trauma, not mine, but my lovely 16 year old grand daughter. I was having trouble understanding why she has turned GOTH and started cutting. Both are signs of trauma.
Sandy's incredible ability to tell how she felt, has brought me the answers I so desperately need to understand my 1st grand child.
I believe she is truly a miracle, and through her pen, GOD has put down on paper the words everyone can use to better understand their own personal trauma, as well as what your loved one or friend is thinking when trauma consumes them.
We met by accident while chatting via e-mail about a common problem, and I sent her a copy of my own book. In return she gave me a copy of her own.
I'm not a real avid reader, but once I started, I could not put it down. As I read, I felt her pain, as though she was sitting beside me telling me her story. As I continued I could see her leaving that darkness and coming back out into the warm sunshine.
I've offered to promote her book and that offer is sincere, I truly believe this book is a must buy and a keeper. It is to be shared, and kept available to read whenever the blues set in.
GOD bless you Sandy, and thank you GOD for sending her to me.
Anonymous
Posted August 4, 2009
This wonderful book lets you know that you are not alone in the world. The author is a true inspiration!
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Overview
On August 22nd, 1996, my nine-year-old grandson's life ended abruptly on a country road in Southern Pennsylvania. He and two friends were riding bikes when a car emerged over a hill missing two of the boys but striking my grandson head-on.While spiraling downward to depths of hopelessness, the only thing with me was pen and paper. I wrote when finding myself floundering through a world I no longer understood while the cycle of life reversed. As the foundation of faith was shaken, our close-knit family began to unravel. I continued to try and write away the pain in a desperate attempt to make sense of a world I no longer wanted to be a part of.
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