Welcome… to Hope-Inspired Stories, for anyone who’d like to discover more about books and stories that uplift and encourage. While teaching high school art, I discovered I was as thrilled as our students when they won awards or were acknowledged for their accomplishments, and to lift up other people’s good works was very gratifying.
It is my hope you are blessed with a message of grace as I was, through the stories of authors featured here. So please join me in welcoming writers of fiction and nonfiction; of historical and contemporary stories, as they share their work. For the second two weeks of February it is my pleasure to present author Brendon Conboy with his non-fiction release, The Golden Thread... Help me welcome my first international guest--Brendon Conboy from the U.K.!
This is a true story, and many of you might learn some personal truths, and how God can truly play a major role in somone's life.
Extract from Chapter One: So let’s ‘start at the very beginning’. It is a good place to start. I now understand that the first eight years of any child’s life are the most impressionable and the most influential. Any amount of trauma can leave deep long-lasting effects. Our earliest memories form a foundation for our development. Positive memories and experiences will in most cases result in a positive development for a child. Whereas, a negative and traumatic memory could lead to disaster and, almost certainly, some level of help will be required to understand the confusing feelings that will be experienced later in life.
My earliest memory was one of my dad returning from the pub on a Sunday at about three in the afternoon. Mum had kept his Sunday roast warm in the oven (no such thing as microwaves then) but it had been so long it had dried up and was not fit for consumption. I’m not sure if I had reached my fourth birthday but I clearly remember my dad’s drunken anger. He was so angry that he threw the plate and contents at the lounge window, smashing the large centre pane, with the plate landing in the front garden. I don’t remember what happened next but I do remember the feeling of fear. That feeling would remain with me for at least the next ten years which is how long it would take before my dad admitted that he had a drink problem.
The power of any addiction can be all-consuming and alcoholism slowly and gradually took over my dad’s life. At times I will say that I didn’t really have a childhood and that my childhood started when I was fifteen years old when my dad stopped drinking. In fact, I did play childhood games but the big change was realising that my now constantly sober dad loved me. He had always loved me but the power of alcohol with associated anger and aggression had built up so much fear in me that I couldn’t see any love...
Climate change had been predicted long ago, but no one could foresee the events that unfolded.
He can’t explain it, but he's aware of a presence unside, convincing him to press on toward his goal.