I wrote the worst book ever when the world was crashing and more people than ever before in history were committing suicide. Specifically, December 2008, banks were shutting down, the stock market had it's worst fall ever in history, everyone was losing jobs, homes, families. That month I published a book on investing. It sold 291 copies. It was the worst timing on the worst book in the worst period in recent history. I also lost my house and my wife. So one time my kids were visiting me. I made them come up with me from bookstore to bookstore. Every book I could find, I signed. And I would put weird little notes on each book. Like, "If you buy this book you will make a Zillion Dollars!" Or, "If you buy this book, I will grant you …show more content…
So we were going to meet in a bookstore near the train station and then go to her place and she would cook. I was late. She remembered I mentioned that even though my last book was about investing, it had a lot of personal stuff written in it. So she went looking for my book, hoping they would have some. Not suprisingly, they had not sold a single one of my books in the prior six months. They had about eight of them there. The same number that was there six months earlier when I was signing the books next to my six year old. She pulled one of the books off the shelves. She was going to read it until I got there. She flipped it open to the first page and saw that I had already signed the book. She couldn't believe the message over the signature. She thought maybe I had arrived at the bookstore first and was playing a trick on her. She looked around. Nobody was there. She looked in the next aisle. Was he here? No, I was late. Now she and I have been married for the past five years. I am so happy about it. I look at her and think, how did this happen? Part of the reason, I suspect, is that she believes in signs from a force above. And perhaps that force above had forced my hand when I wrote a message in that one particular
It wasn't the firt time and she knew it wouldn't be the last one. She decide to leave the room and sit next to a bookshelf, until, The librarian appeared and sat with her.
She turned to look over her shoulder. No one was there. It’s just my overactive imagination. Turning to the first page of the journal, she began to read.
So we quickly walked to the library and looked for the book in the hallways of it. “Here, found it!” I said in a satisfied tone.
She stood from her bench when I was a few feet away, I dropped my bags and we embraced for a very long moment. When we released ourselves hug she quickly directed me through the bustling maze of people in this place. Out the front door we went.
I watched as her cheeks went slightly red for a moment at my questioning. Perhaps it was my wording of it. Still, she nodded her head after looking over the phone thoughtfully.
handedly laid God’s plan in front of me. He shared the Lord’s light with me when I felt that the world
“I need to see if there are any new books. You are here to help me with that,” she said “Am I clear?”
After feeling thoroughly creeped out, she quickly went inside and gave the money to rent the
We moved on to talking about school. She said she loved school when she went.
was really into it. She made her way over to her friend, taking the book from her grasp and
I walked back into the building after she left and walked back into the gathering room where everyone was eating and socializing. I looked at the mess that was left and knew that I would be there forever and in the midst of cleaning up and thinking about her, I saw her wallet. I wondered if this was my sign.
I was sitting in the library reading an old classic, when Brie stepped away to find a book for her studying use.
But when she came to the part where I had put my emoticon, she ended up skipping over it confused as to why I put that there. I wasn’t upset just not sure why she would skip over that. Now that I am older and my grammar isn't too distasteful anymore. I remembered that I did a great job and it doesn’t matter anymore because it helped me learn more about extensive details and what can make the story better. If I could back to that week we wrote that story, I wouldn’t change a thing even though I was a bit humiliated. It pulled me to where I am today with
I said to them, “Girls this book is very important it’s the Book Of The Craft, it holds every thing super natural in it. The book also is protected. Evil cannot ever touch the book.”
On my way out the door, my mother took a couple of silly pictures and made sure that I didn 't forget my bag which had Paige’s gift inside, it was a beautiful white and purple pointed crystal that was made into a necklace.