The Salazar family was an honest and humble family which only sought to get ahead in life through hard work, but their world took a complete turn when a grave accident took place. The story revolves around the family's struggle to survive, with the help of a little animal that unexpectedly warmed their hearts and gave them back their smile. Filled with lovable characters, this book will make you cry with both sadness and joy as it teaches a lesson of what really matters most in life. This simple story was written with love to inspire the young and give joy to the young at heart.
With a troubled past, Jonah Fontenot was on his own at an early age. Forced to quickly adapt, he became what he is today. Lessons is a collection of love and reality of Jonah Fontenot as he faced through hardship and past experiences.
Breeding Ground for Corruption is a challenging text in which many case examples of police corruption are paired with contemporary research. Garrison's knowledge of how police corruption disintegrates careers; she incorporates numerous statistics to provide a foundation for a police corruption theory. The theory - Garrison's Deviance Conformity Theory addresses leading denominators in police corruption. This book is a poignant look into the mental health issues and real-time police corruption cases that follow officer's across the United States.
Gritty red dust clouded the air and stung their faces as Pa pulled the horses up to the starting line. Jenary braced her hands against the sides of the rough boards of the wagon. A part of her still dreaded the rough ride to the land Pa talked about, yet Jenary felt a butterfly spark of impending excitement flutter in her tummy. A blast of gun fire echoed, signalling the start of the race. The crowd shouted, "Oklahoma or Bust!" The race was on. Mother held on to her bonnet as Pa shouted. "Yeehaw! Giddyup, Sade! Come on Prince!" His voice seemed lost, yet added to the chorus of hundreds of yelling people. Whips cracked in the air. Excited horses lurched forward and the wagon bounced along the bumpy ground. Wagon boards creaked and shuddered. Spring less wheels jarred the bench where Mother sat. Jenary had heard Pa tell about the open land into Oklahoma Territory. He had warned them about the deep ravnies and streams, and the crossing of the Cimarron River. It was her and Billy39;s job to take care of their belongings in the wagon. Jenary closed her eyes. For a moment she was afraid to open them. What if the wagon flipped or crashed? Would it hold together until they crossed the Cimarron River?
Rocks, Logs and Concrete Blocks presented in fractionally fictionalized form traces four generations of the author’s family beginning with the latter 19th century. Requisite changes of some names and geographic locations have been made in the interest of protecting identity, innocence and/or guilt of persons living and/or deceased. Certain more painful events are purposely omitted; however, all events herein described occurred in the life of the author, a/k/a Ariel as they are set forth; not masked in political correctness or politeness.
Ellis Island, Gateway to America, was that door to opportunity for all four of Ariel’s Grandparents. They left familiar Swedish homes and communities, families and native language to carve out new lives in the new land; traveled to Minnesota, found employment and met spouses.
Under somewhat unusual circumstances in Minneapolis the sole surviving son of one and a daughter of the other met, whereupon Ariel’s tale began.
That Ariel’s birth parents both suffered mental illnesses was irrefutable:
One diagnosed, committed, released, controlled, the other devoid of professional evaluation, albeit behaviorally evidenced.
From earliest memory, guarded secrets, hidden whispers, ghost-wisps of reference, vague hints, silent questions perplexed the isolated, solitary child. She was to remain in the background, not seek attention, speak quietly and most of all, infrequently. Rationale for the insulation from peers was never clarified; just the norm.
Was there some deep unrevealable mystery lurking somewhere? Or, were adults in her life just different?
Did answers to family secrets, some perhaps generations old, exist?
Would she ever achieve any degree of emotional strength or confidence, financial security, personal freedom, or … find love? What was love anyway? Ariel was ignorant of that emotion in every possible manner.
What if fear and dread come to be clearly identified, and choice is reduced to flee or die?
Flight could allow survival, or not.
Trust is required. Can trust be placed in any human? In God maybe?
What happens when love discovered, is taken?
Can joy be found again?
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