Friday, December 8, 2017

If One Should Fall

I look forward to the Olympics. It doesn’t matter the season, because both the summer and the winter versions have some of my favorite events.

In the winter, there is figure skating and those crazy folks who bobsled and luge. At least the riders in the bobsled have a modicum of protection, but the luge? Your feet stick out on a flat sled and you travel on ice with a top speed clocked at 87 mph! I find it exciting to watch, but no way would I ride it unless I was encased in bubble-wrap.

In summer, I like the track and field competition, swimming and gymnastics. With both of my daughters having been swimmers for bunches of years, I know a little about what it takes in terms of dedication and effort. Like any sport if one wants to reach the pinnacle, the time and the training is grueling.

Gymnastics mystifies me. Like other sports, a gymnast is part of a team, but performs individually. I look at the tumbling, the flips, the twirling . . . first I’d probably get dizzy and throw up, and then I’d land with a thud either on my head or unceremoniously on my butt.

Last night I watched the school’s gymnastics meet. You could tell the kids had practiced. You could tell the kids put in the time and had trained for it. Particularly, I focused on the balance beam.

For those of you who don’t know, the beam is 16.4 feet long and its width is 4 inches. It stands 4.1 feet off the floor. Never having done it in my life . . . not that I ever would or could . . . I imagine when balancing and flipping and dancing on top of it, the height looks closer to 4 miles high. Yes, there are pads and mats under and around it and hopefully the gymnast never has to use them, but at times . . .

Last night, a young lady from another school performed her routine. She did a stunt, lost her balance and fell. She took a deep breath, jumped back up, did another stunt or two and fell again. She sighed, jumped back up and continued. In all, she fell four times. And each time, she jumped back up and continued.

Each time . . . she jumped back up and continued.

Now, I’m sure she was embarrassed. I’m sure she was disheartened. But each time she fell, she got back up and continued until her dismount. Each time.

Not only did I watch her, I watched her coaches and teammates. I watched the spectators. Honestly, there was nothing but encouragement. Each face registered hope. Each face registered support. You could see it in body language, the way hands and breath were held. And you could see it especially after she stepped off the mat and walked over to her coaches and teammates.

After a moment or two of kind words, pats on the back, a hug here and there, the girl left the gym to be by herself. I get that. As I said, I’m sure she was both embarrassed and disheartened.
But each time . . . she jumped back up and continued.

Something to be said about that. While I’m sure her score didn’t reflect it, there was victory in her effort and in her performance. Victory in not giving up. Victory in not giving in to the personal desire to quit and walk away. Victory in completing her event even though she fell four times. Victory in jumping back up and continuing through her dismount.

And I think there was another victory. Victory in the silent encouragement for her, the silent hope for her from those who watched with breath held. Victory in the kind words and pats on the back, the hugs given away after she stepped off the mat. Victory for those of us who have fallen once, twice, many times on our own personal balance beam and dared to stand back up and continue until our own dismount. Victory indeed! Something to think about . . .

Live Your Life, and Make A Difference!

To My Readers:

My fifth work of thriller/suspense fiction Caught in a Web will be published by Black Rose Writing in April of 2018. It is currently in the very skilled hands of an editor I especially admire. When she finishes, and I was just told today that she expects to get it to me by Christmas, I fix what’s needed to fix and then I send it to Black Rose. The real work of any writing takes place in the edits, something I both dread and get excited about. I will keep you posted on the progress. I am working with Black Rose on several publicity campaigns so when the “drop” nears, I’ll keep you posted. There will be an opportunity for preordering Caught in a Web, so when the link becomes available, I’ll make sure you know.

Good News!
I finished the edits on Spiral Into Darkness and I’m working to find an agent for it. It is more of a psychological thriller but with an attitude.

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If you like Thriller/Suspense fiction and are looking for something to read over the winter, check out my novels:

The Lives Trilogy Prequel, Taking Lives:
FBI Agent Pete Kelliher and his partner search for the clues behind the bodies of six boys left in various and remote parts of the country. Even though they don’t know one another, the lives of FBI Agent Kelliher and two boys become interwoven with the same thread that Pete Kelliher holds in his hand. The three of them are on a collision course and when that happens, their lives are in jeopardy as each search for a way out.                 

Stolen Lives, Book One of the Lives Trilogy:
Two thirteen-year-old boys are abducted off a safe suburban street. Kelliher and his team of FBI agents have 24 hours to find them or they’ll end up like all the others- dead! They have no leads, no clues, and nothing to go on. And the possibility exists that one of his team members might be involved.               

Shattered Lives, Book Two of the Lives Trilogy:
Six desperate and violent men escape. One of them stands in a kitchen facing a 14 year-old-boy with a gun. There are many reasons for the boy to pull the trigger. Mainly, the man had started it all.                

Splintered Lives, Book Three of the Lives Trilogy:
A 14 year-old-boy is willing to make the ultimate sacrifice. High up on an Arizona mesa, he faces three desperate and dangerous men in hopes of saving his father and his brothers.


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