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How Charity Sunday works: for every comment made on this blog post, I will donate money to the charity named. Thanks for your help and your participation!<\/p>\nHow Charity Sunday works: for every comment made on this blog post, I will donate money to the charity named. Thanks for your help and your participation!<\/p>\n
Even if you\u2019ve had only a broken leg (or hip or arm or had knee surgery) you can appreciate the barriers posed in our homes. If your home has steps, for instance, think of the handicap injured or wounded folks have in getting around. Homes for Our Troops takes into consideration not only steps, but height of a stove or sink, whether a shower is handicap accessible, etc. These can be priceless accommodations for the man or women who wants to be independent. I hope you will take a look at their website and see what all they do.<\/p>\n Buy link:<\/strong> Kindle Unlimited<\/a><\/p>\n Excerpt:<\/strong> After the concert, they\u2019d met clandestinely on weekends, mostly at Sandbridge, where they could walk and talk undisturbed. With each meeting, stirrings built deep in Sara that pushed her to want more, but Paul insisted they restrain themselves because of her age.<\/p>\n Then the weekend before he shipped out, she’d planned a surprise and her life changed forever.<\/p>\n The kettle screeched, bringing her back to the present. Sara prepared a cup of tea and then picked up the envelope marked twenty-eight<\/em>. At one time, she would have given her right arm to hold this letter. Now, curiosity and the desire for a brief escape drove her more than the passion of youth. Blind love had faded when she\u2019d had no word to bolster her during the long weeks after the ship left.<\/p>\n First had come the waiting. No letters arrived, even though she wrote him daily. There were no phone calls, no notes, no anything, for days that dragged into weeks then crept into months.<\/p>\n Anticipation morphed into anxiety. She worried he was sick or hurt and unable to write.<\/p>\n One day she admitted that Paul must be afraid to write for some reason, and she feared what he would say if she did<\/em> receive a letter. That their time together had been a mistake, that she was too young to be in love. That he really loved someone else and Sara had been only a stand-in while he was in Virginia. Perversely, she began to sigh with relief when she arrived home and found no word.<\/p>\n Now, knowing why she hadn\u2019t received mail, what would she feel if she opened this letter and her old fears proved to be true?<\/p>\n \u201cNothing,\u201d she murmured. \u201cPaul\u2019s dead. He can\u2019t hurt me anymore.\u201d At the very least, his letters might allow her to put his ghost to rest. For that reason alone, she had to read them.<\/p>\n She slid her thumb under the flap and ripped the envelope open. A single sheet held his hurried scrawl.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" How Charity Sunday works: for every comment made on this blog post, I will donate money to the charity named. Thanks for your help and your participation! Welcome to this month\u2019s Charity Sunday! This month I\u2019m highlighting Homes for Our Troops https:\/\/www.hfotusa.org\/ . 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<\/a>Welcome to this month\u2019s Charity Sunday! This month I\u2019m highlighting Homes for Our Troops https:\/\/www.hfotusa.org\/ . The mission of Homes for Our Troops is this: \u201cTo build and donate specially adapted custom homes nationwide for severely injured post-9\/11 Veterans, to enable them to rebuild their lives.\u201d<\/p>\n
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<\/a>I\u2019d like to share an excerpt from Burning Bridges<\/strong><\/em><\/a>, where the hero is a sailor on his way to the war in Vietnam.
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\nLetters delivered decades late send shock waves through Sara Richards\u2019s world. Nothing is the same, especially her memories of Paul, a man to whom she’d given her heart years before. Now, sharing her secrets and mending her mistakes of the past means putting her life back together while crossing burning bridges. It will be the hardest thing Sara\u2019s ever done.<\/p>\n
\nSara stared at the letters arranged before her in numerical order. The moment in time she and Paul shared was long ago, yet her dream had conjured his presence as though she\u2019d just seen him. In her mind, his blue eyes darkened with passion before his lips captured hers, and he moaned his appreciation when their tongues met. She tasted his sweetness and knew the steel of his arms as he held her. How many nights had she put herself through hell reliving those memories? Too damn many.<\/em><\/p>\n