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Seth's life was not going as he had planned. One minute he was on top of the world and the next everything seemed to be crashing down all around him. His rational thought had escaped him and all he wanted to do was end the pain and suffering. Just as he was ready to take that final step, someone came along to show him a different way of looking at everything. Was it enough to change his mind or would Seth become just another statistic?
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Looking down, all he saw was a vast blackness. Darkness like he had never seen before. Would this be it? Would the rest of his life be in the darkness beneath him?
Before he could answer, the man said, ?Son, nothing in life is so hard you need to end it. Things may seem unbearable, you may feel unloved, or the pressures may seem too great. But I can honestly tell you, that tomorrow things will look better.?
?How can you say that? Have you ever been here? Where I am, right now? Have you ever wanted to end your life because it totally sucked?
"Around Marcellus"
Non-Fiction Historical
Written as: Leslie Kraus
ISBN: 9780738545462
# of Pages: 128 Publisher: Arcadia Publishing On Sale Date: 08/07/2006
Around Marcellus recounts the rich history of a community founded by strong and determined settlers. Marcellus and its neighbors Otisco and Marietta are located just west of Syracuse. Founded in 1794, the town grew largely because of its successful mills and businesses. Its history from the mid-1800s to the mid-1900s is portrayed here in clear narrative and some 200 archival images from the Marcellus Historical Society.
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"Braving the New World"
Historical fiction
Publish Date: 2011
epublished through: Uncial Press
ISBN: 978-1-60174-108-0
Wordcount: 15600
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In the dark days of 1918, influenza is ravaging every household. When Clara's mother contracts the dread disease, she must find a doctor to help her. But no one has the time or the energy to come to her home. Every doctor who is still free of the influenza is stretched to his limit and beyond.
Eric cannot face another death among his patient and is ready to give up medicine. Yet Clara's demand that he stop being selfish and help her mother forces him to face his duty. The two of them labor endlessly to care for her entire family, and in doing so learn how important each is to the other. Perhaps, if they can succeed against influenza, they can face anything...together
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Her father handed her mother the tablets and lifted her just a bit so that she could drink the water. "Clara, please go and find a doctor who will come to the house. It will be hard to find one, so bribe him, plead with him, do anything to get him here."
Clara nodded, and on the way out the door she grabbed her purse and cloak.
She went to two different doctors. Neither was willing to come to their home. They both said that they were no longer able to make house calls. The second, Dr. Woods, told her of young doctor living over on Court Street and suggested she try him.
By the time she reached the house, she was out of breath. Clara knocked frantically on the door. When it opened, words escaped her. She stared at him, her mind paralyzed. I know him. Finally the doctor cleared his throat and said, "Can I help you?" His brown hair was disheveled and his beautiful brown eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles beneath them. She shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts and remembered why she was there.
"I need you… I need you to come to my home. My mother is ill and I need your help." When he hesitated, she begged, "Please, we don't have much time. She was burning up with fever when I left her. I'm fairly certain it is the influenza."
"I'm sorry, I can't. Try another doctor." He started to close the door but Clara forced herself partially inside so he would have to push her out to get rid of her.
"Look, I've been to two other doctors. One was sick himself and the other was already taking care of too many patients. He told me to come here, because would help me."
"Well, he was wrong." He tried to close the door again.
She held firm and ignored the tears she knew were rolling down her cheeks. "How can you call yourself a doctor?"
"I've been asking myself that same question for days now."
Clara let out the breath she was holding. She grabbed the front of his shirt. "Listen, I don't know what's troubling you and frankly right now I don't give a tinker's damn. You will come with me now. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?"
He blinked. "Ahem, well, since you put it that way, let me just change my clothes and grab my bag and I'll go with you. It will just take me a…"
"I don't have time for you to change your clothes. Just grab your damn bag and let's get going." Her mother would be mortified if she heard the words coming out of her mouth right now. Clara thought she heard him mumble something as he turned to pick up his bag. She didn't care. Whatever it took to get a doctor to their house was all that was important. She'd settle up with God later and beg forgiveness. No one else would know or need to know about her current behavior.
Using forbidden words and giving orders gave her a sense of power. She liked it.
