The Hardest Story I Ever Had To Tell

apts-b1-cv4God is good, all the time. But He’s not always nice!

Nice gives us our happy times. However, most of us also need access to the ugly, mean, and painful stuff of life in order to discover and realize the very best of ourselves. At least, I did!

In 1971 my little girl self, stepped off the plane, and into the new world of Canada. Since then, I have been fighting against an emergence of cold, mean and painful forces at home, in the classroom and in the office. It was a battle I thought I could win, until I realized. I was fighting me!

At the age of 46, I had a massive stroke. The doctors said they could find no cause!

My life was stopped, like a swatted mosquito, for no reason! I felt as though I was dying without ever having lived, without giving the world the very best of me……..

Click here to read the entire short introduction. Your feedback is always appreciated.

3 thoughts on “The Hardest Story I Ever Had To Tell”

  1. Hey Dawn, 

    I love the introduction and can’t wait to read the rest of the book! Sign me up! 

    Here’s one piece of feedback on the book cover. I had to look twice to be able to read the font. The colour doesn’t stand out, at least on my screen. You may want to get some graphic advice from someone like Rob who excels at this kind of thing. 

    Curt 

  2. Dawn! This is beautiful. I am so honoured to have the opportunity to preview your book. Your story in inspiring and Ive been moved over the years by your perseverance and drive and success. I look forward to reading future chapters of your book.

    Take care, Jan

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