"How to Find a Job: When There Are No Jobs" by Paul Rega

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How to Find a Job: When There Are No Jobs
(Career & Job Development Series Book 1)

by Paul Rega

How to Find a Job: When There Are No Jobs is the first book in Paul Rega's Career & Job Development Series. Also available: 12 Steps to Career Freedom (read my blog post).

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Download this bestselling career book by Paul Rega, nationally recognized Executive Recruiter, with over thirty years of job hunting and career planning experience. The book rocketed to #1 in Job Hunting, Careers, and Resumes and was ranked in the Top 10 overall on Amazon at #9. This is a must read for anyone who is looking for a new job or wants to change careers in the worst economy since the Great Depression.

Paul Rega is president of a retained executive search firm he founded in 1985. His provocative new book strikes a nerve with millions of displaced workers and goes well beyond the principles of job hunting. He introduces a revolutionary new concept in career management and personal development called Intuitive Personal Assessment (IPA). Paul takes his readers on a powerful journey as he tells a gripping story about his own career and the unique challenges he's faced as an executive recruiter.

The author shares his vast knowledge of career planning and the inner workings of the job search process, citing hundreds of proven and effective job search techniques. He explains how to market your background to a targeted audience, interviewing skills and techniques, network building strategies, how to utilize personal and business contacts, effective use of social media, including LinkedIn, Facebook and Twitter, insider tips on working with recruiters, salary and benefits negotiation, how to write a resume, cover and follow-up letters, how to start and succeed in your own business and much more.

Despite the many challenges faced by those suffering as a result of the weak job market, Paul believes that change in one's life can be positive. He explains that, "Change throughout your life is inevitable, and as your life changes so often does your career." His book is an effective guide that will provide you with the necessary tools, skills and inside knowledge from a professional recruiter to help you navigate through difficult economic times and find a new job or change careers.

Excerpt

How To Find A Job: When There Are No Jobs is a necessary and effective guide for those who are in the process of making a career change or looking for a new job and want to survive and prosper in today’s hyper competitive job market. In order to conduct a successful job search in a weak labor market, it is imperative that you first identify and determine your individual career path. Once established, your career path will act as a map to further guide you through your job search.

As president of a retained executive search firm for over twenty-seven years, I have developed a unique twelve-step career assessment and goal setting process called "Intuitive Personal Assessment" or IPA to help accomplish this important first step in your job search. The twelve steps and exercises of the IPA process will guide you through the discovery, acceptance and implementation of your desired career path. The IPA self-assessment program utilizes an individual’s intuition and incorporates their ideas, skills, interests, values and life experiences to determine one’s career path.

Coupled with the IPA process are hundreds of proven job search techniques and career planning strategies I have developed over a period of twenty-seven years as a recruiter, including how to effectively market your background, interviewing skills and techniques, networking strategies and more in a practical and easy to read format.

Nearly everyone is keenly aware of a friend, relative, neighbor or coworker who has been laid off or fired due to corporate restructuring and subsequent downsizing. The job market and the economics of the United States continue to change at a staggering pace. To be successful and prosper in today’s rapidly changing hyper competitive job market, you must be armed with the proper job search knowledge and skills. It will be imperative to identify your specific career path and be able to quickly adapt to a continuously changing job market by increasing your job search knowledge and by making proper adjustments to your skills and career.

Praise for the Book

"This amazingly, informative manual takes you through a concise step-by-step procedure to first realize and assess your own values and self-worth. The author uses his personal experiences in an anecdotal manner to convey situations that may occur, whether you're pursuing a career in your chosen field of study, looking to be promoted in your current job, or just looking for something brand new. The book offers helpful hints in resumé writing, interview do's & don'ts, and is 'chock-full' of helpful websites to connect and guide you through your job-finding quest. I highly recommend this book to anyone, whether you're job searching or not; it full of common sense advice that can simply enrich your life." ~ Pat Potilechio

"I must thank my friend for sending me in the direction of this book. It's written by someone who has gone through unemployment and shares how not to just get through it, but thrive. It includes all areas of a job search, as well as how to find the right balance between spiritual, family, health, knowledge, relationships, financial and career. It's personal, practical, poignant and very informative on how to get started in finding your dream career path, and not just another job." ~ Mary K. Hougaard

"Having been unemployed for 6 months, I decided to give this book a try. From the moment I started reading it, I knew this wasn't going to be your typical 'Finding A Job 101' book which to be honest, I thought it would be. From the personal trials, tragedies and successes of the author, to the know-hows of communication and follow up after an interview, this book truly helps you understand your journey in life, know where you have come from, where you are now and where you want to be." ~ Melanie Ouellette

About the Author

Paul Rega is an Amazon Top 100 bestselling author. He began his writing career in 1980 while attending Western Illinois University as a staff reporter for the Western Courier. Upon graduating with a degree in biology and journalism, he spent the next thirty years in business having started an executive search firm in 1984.

Paul's passion for writing stayed with him throughout his business life, and he started writing his first book in 1993. He published, How To Find A Job: When There Are No Jobs in December 2011. The book was an instant success, and hit #1 on Amazon's bestseller list for job hunting books in March 2012. He published 12 Steps to Career Freedom in August 2013, Trail of 32, a true coming of age story in September 2013, The Syndrome, a novel in April 2014 and A Two Pedal World series in May 2014.

Paul currently lives in a small town along the Gulf Coast of Florida, where he is writing his next book.

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"The Syndrome" by Paul Rega

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The Syndrome

by Paul Rega

Paul Rega's The Syndrome is based on a true story. 

More books by Paul Rega: How To Find A Job: When There Are No Jobs (read my blog post), 12 Steps to Freedom (read my blog post), and Trail of 32 (read my blog post).

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Inspired by a true story, Nikolas Renzetti's life is not how he had planned it. Alienated from his children and on the verge of divorce, his escape from what was now reality, seems all but certain. For the first time, Nikolas begins to question his own mortality. His only daughter, Annabelle, has been killed in a terrible car accident. Her death was instantaneous - at least that's what authorities told him. The accident was unavoidable, or was it? His search for the truth may alter the course of his life forever.

His wife Maria, having survived a cancer operation in the first year of their marriage, has turned on her staunchest supporter. Embroiled in a torrid affair, Nikolas is on the brink of a nervous breakdown. How does he survive his wife's attack on his character and her ruthless use of one of the cruelest forms of child abuse? A brutal fight ensues; will it threaten the freedom of Nikolas and his oldest son?

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Chapter One

When they made the first cut, it was 7:00 a.m. and our life as we knew it would be changed forever. The room was cold. It was a feeble attempt to ward off any bugs which might hinder the procedure. Fourteen hours later, they would be finished—or would they?

A month earlier, the baby woke us from a deep sleep. Maria jumped out of bed to see what all the commotion was. It was apparent from the way he was crying that our son, Nikolas, was unhappy about something. After a minute or so, he and Maria were snuggled up close to me and we fell back asleep. The next morning, Maria could barely make it out of bed. “What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.

“My knee really hurts. It started last night when I went to check on Nikolas.”

“Where does it hurt?”

“Just above the knee cap,” Maria responded, looking anguished.

“How did you hurt it?"

“I don’t know. I felt something give last night when I went to grab the baby, but didn’t think anything about it until this morning. Hurts like hell though!”

“Well, let’s get some ice on it and see if it gets any better. It does look a little swollen. Let’s just keep an eye on it,” I responded.

The next morning, like clockwork, Nikolas let out a yell that startled us. Maria started to get out of bed but fell backwards, yelling out in pain. Her knee was not getting any better despite a heavy dose of Advil and several ice packs. Nikolas was just under a year old and still nursing, so it wasn’t unusual for him to wake us.

Nikolas was an old family name. He was Nikolas the IV, named after me, my father and late grandfather. He was the most beautiful baby I'd ever seen—as far as babies are concerned. His eyes were a shade of blue I'd never seen before and his hair was blonde, almost white. People often stopped us in the grocery store and marveled over his good looks. His overall demeanor, other than his impatience when he was hungry, was serene in nature—he was clearly a special child in many ways.

Later that afternoon, we dropped Nikolas off with his aunt, who lived down the block from us. Maria had made an appointment to see the doctor at the local clinic. Maria and her sister Rose were close, inseparable really, and like their Italian parents along with their siblings wanted to live near one another in the same neighborhood. Rose and her husband Donny, who worked for an auto repair shop, had been married a few years before us. They didn’t have any kids yet and loved to babysit. Maria and I had discovered the area only a few months earlier, then Rose and Donny moved in shortly afterwards.

At first, it was okay especially since Maria was petrified of leaving the baby with anyone but her family. No one on my side had any children and there was a rumor that my sister, Amanda and her husband Hank were having difficulty conceiving. Besides which, everyone in my family lived too far away and either didn’t have kids or didn’t like them. 

As time went on, living so close to Maria’s sister was a bit much to stomach. It wasn’t uncommon for us to be watching TV or eating dinner and Rose would come strolling in. She was usually by herself, but occasionally Donny would show up with her. They never knocked, even when it was late in the evening. Maria would never let me lock the door, out of fear that she might miss a visit.

Maria came from a large Italian family of six kids. Her father Mario, who worked as an engineer for the railroad, was a decent person despite having grown up in a tough part of Chicago’s South Side. His father Tony, now retired after thirty years on the railroad, was nasty, often beating his wife and kids. Every night before sitting down at the dinner table with his five children and his wife Elizabetta, he would draw his belt from his pants, fold it, and rest it in clear view on the table beside him.

This was the same man who had raised pigeons for sport. If they didn’t return when they were supposed to, he would just break their necks for the hell of it. I once asked him, after having been given a tour of the now-abandoned pigeon coops in his garage, “You’ve been married a long time, Grandpa, what’s your secret?”

“I take a walk, so I don’t commit murder,” he said, with a look that scared the hell out of me. He was serious and his words, although seemingly harsh at the time, would be a lesson I would always remember.

Elizabetta, or Grandma as we all called her, was a sweet woman and often instructed me on the finer points of Italian cooking. Her hair, now white as snow, seemed to suit her and her dark brown eyes reminded me of Maria’s. They were warm and inviting, but her gentle smile masked what had been a difficult and dark past. It was something almost no-one in the Puricelli family spoke of.

Elizabetta and Tony were products of the Depression and kept stockpiles of food in their basement, stored neatly on wooden shelves. Several dozen Mason jars of canned, home-grown vegetables lined the shelves. It was apparent that some of the jars had been in storage for a long time, as they were completely coated in dust but still clearly marked. There were several gallons of extra virgin olive oil on a small wooden table along with many kinds of seasonings and spices.

When Elizabetta took me into her basement, to show me her stockpile of food, I was instantly immersed in the smells of Italy. It reminded me of my uncle Pete’s grocery store, where my own grandmother used to take me as a little boy. Elizabetta was proud of her food stash, especially her many different brands of olive oil. She knew that I liked to cook and it was just her way of passing on to me what she had learned during her lifetime. I always enjoyed her company at the many Puricelli family gatherings.

Maria's family had their issues, but mine had its share of problems too. A number of years earlier, my mother had been whisked off to Georgia with her not-so-friendly second husband, who had been stationed there several years before in the Army. Everyone in my family, including me, hated this guy Mom seemed to adore. He was such an ass, and no matter how nice we tried to be, he just seemed to get nastier. Nearly everyone in my family made honest attempts to be decent to Richard. After all, he was my mother’s new husband, but after several failed tries, we decided to stay clear of him. He had my mother exactly where he wanted her—several hundred miles away from her family.

Praise for the Book

"True, Raw, Gritty Real Life ... filled with honest and raw emotion. You could literally feel the pain this man was going through and experiencing." ~ RaeAnne Hadley, author of 119 Days

"... one story that will remain with me for a long time. I was constantly turning the page to see what happens and eager to read the outcome, that's when you know you have a good book in your hand." ~ D.G. Torrens, author of Amelia's Destiny

"I loved this book - it took me on a roller coaster ride of emotions." ~ L. Calell, author of Reconnected

"Paul Rega has spun an incredibly emotional story that has dramatically tugged at my heart strings. I could feel Nikolas' pain, frustration, and overwhelming sadness as if it was my own." ~ Michelle Ann Hollstein, author, Vegas or Bust

"... a masterful job of extracting what can only be described as raw emotion from his audience, in his most compelling novel yet." ~ Joseph Sager

"The Syndrome is one of those moving stories that stay with the reader until the last page is turned, but not forgotten." ~ Olga Guseva, Russia, Moscow

"A book that holds nothing back. If you are looking for reality, you find it in this one. This is no sweet love story with a traditional happily ever after." ~ Lisa Gillis, author, Jack Who?

About the Author

Paul Rega began his writing career in 1980 while attending Western Illinois University as a staff reporter for the Western Courier. Upon graduating with a degree in biology and journalism, he spent the next thirty years in business having started an executive search firm in 1984.

Paul's passion for writing stayed with him throughout his business life, and he started writing his first book in 1993. He published, How To Find A Job: When There Are No Jobs in December 2011. The book was an instant success, and hit #1 on Amazon's bestseller list for job hunting books in March 2012. He published 12 Steps to Freedom in August 2013, Trail of 32 in September 2013, The Syndrome in April 2014, and A Two Pedal World Book 1 and Book 2 in May 2014.

Paul lives in a small town along the Gulf Coast of Florida, where he is working on his next book.

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"Trail of 32" by Paul Rega

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Trail of 32

by Paul Rega

Paul Rega's Trail of 32 is based on actual events from the author's life. 

Paul states," I had just turned 15 years old in August of 1972. I was on a trip with my Boy Scout Troop where we rode our bicycles from our hometown of Wood Dale, Illinois to Jacksonville Florida. At the time it was a historic trip and hailed as the longest bike hike in Boy Scout history. There were no helmets then, and all we were armed with in addition to our new Sears Free Spirit ten-speed bicycles, were our unique set of values we had learned as children during the early 50’s, 60’s and 70’s. When we completed our trip on August 20, it was an irreplaceable moment of time. The fact that we successfully completed our trip of nearly 1,400 miles was a euphoric feeling like no other I have since experienced. The trip is the subject of a new novel Trail of 32."

Description

The astonishing true story of a group of thirty-two boys and leaders who accomplished an amazing feat in 1972, when they rode their bicycles from Wood Dale, Illinois to Jacksonville, Florida.

It was a simpler time - a common sense two-pedal world with realistic adventures, and everyday heroes. In the summer of 1972, an innocence was lost when twenty-six young boys in a small rural town set out to accomplish something bigger than themselves. Their journey of nearly 1,400 miles would take them through eight states, crossing over the Great Smoky Mountains. It was a tremendous achievement - one that would be hailed as the longest organized bike hike in the history of Scouting.

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Chapter One

Shutting down my recruiting business even for a few days of vacation was always a difficult task for me. Owning a small company for nearly 23 years was grueling enough. It was late October and the fall season was fast approaching. There was usually a day or two during this time of the year, when the weather would cooperate and I would be able to get away to fish.

Indian summer had not yet arrived and I began to think it would never come, but the weatherman miraculously changed his forecast at the last minute to a sunny, 75°F day. I would have to act quickly, as I was sure another day like the one predicted would not come again until next year. It would be perfect fishing weather and I was determined to go and try to rejuvenate my work torn mind and body.

I was particularly excited about the prospect of a fishing trip this year, as I had missed my annual outing to the river the year before. Earlier in the week, when the unpredictable Midwestern weather didn’t seem to be cooperating, I started to think about what other options I might have to get away on a fishing trip before another harsh winter set in. I began to have visions of my previous trips in the warm gulf waters of the Florida Keys. I had taken a trip in February 2002, in an attempt to cope with a difficult family situation, and avoid a burnout from the rigors of my business. My dream had always been to be in Florida, sitting on a beach somewhere in the Keys, writing a book.

The Keys had always been a place for me to go where I could gather my thoughts and connect with my father, who had passed away a number of years ago. I decided to take the trip alone and reflect on my life’s future. This was unusual for me, as I have a large family of four boys and we would normally travel together. This year however, had been much different from the past and some time alone was exactly what I needed to save my sanity, and potentially my marriage.

We had lost our only daughter in the summer of August 1998, in a tragic car accident and our family was never quite the same. Jenny was not my wife’s biological child and she did not live with us at the time of her accident. My wife did not understand the pain and extreme level of emotion I was feeling. It was having a negative impact on my ability to function or even run my company.

I was determined to enjoy myself on my vacation while writing my book and trying to relax in the warmth of the Keys. I decided to explore an expansive white sandy beach in a beautiful state park called Bahia Honda. The warm clear blue ocean waters and sound of the gentle surf began to calm my soul. This incredible park is located on Bahia Honda Key, approximately eight miles south of the town of Marathon and Key Vaca. To get to the park via automobile, you need to cross an enormous bridge that spans nearly seven miles into the ocean, before coming to rest on another small island and piece of the Keys. If you’re heading south toward Key West, the “Seven Mile” bridge, as it is called, is situated between the Atlantic Ocean to the east and the Gulf of Mexico to the west.

The Keys are literally comprised of hundreds of tiny islands, the largest of which are connected by several man-made bridges and are primarily made up of coral deposits. As a result, very few natural beaches are present in this part of Florida. A much older bridge, that was originally built in 1912, as an overseas railway by industrialist Henry Flagler, runs parallel with the newer more modern bridge. Large sections of the original bridge were destroyed by a massive hurricane that killed hundreds of people on Labor Day in 1935.

I fished for the first time in the Florida Keys on that trip, somewhat ironic since my father had owned a townhouse for many years in Marathon on Key Vaca. I didn’t catch many fish despite having an excellent guide, but I came to admire the beauty and serenity of the backcountry. The pristine blue waters and the thousands of exotic birds that often congregate in the shallows of the Keys were magical. I had dreamed of going to Africa for many years, and as I sped across the crystal blue waters of the Gulf of Mexico and parts of the Everglades in my 16-foot skiff, piloted by Captain Charlie Owens; I was in Africa that day.

As I sat on the beach trying to relax on a cheap lounge chair I had bought at Wal-Mart for ten dollars, I felt the warm white sand between my toes and a gentle breeze start to caress my face. I soaked up an abundance of sun and began to visualize leaving my business and writing full-time. I was on a special mission during that trip, as I was trying to prove to myself that I could write and relax at the same time. I was anxious to try my hand at backcountry fishing. Both writing and fishing have always been passions of mine, and unless I scheduled time to do either one of them, often constraints due to my business and family life seemed to get in the way. That particular trip to Florida had special significance and meaning for me, and I was sure it would be one I would remember for the rest of my life.

A Midwestern fishing trip, like the one I was beginning to plan for, nearly always eluded me. This year however was somehow different and no matter what, I was determined to go. The previous destination for my trip was the Vermilion River in a beautiful part of South Central Illinois. It’s a rather unusual river as it flows north on its journey to meet up with the Illinois River, a feat shared with only a few others in the world. The Vermilion is a very old river as its many twists and turns are evidence of the time-spent cutting through its rocky and sandstone banks. The area boasts many miles of beautiful and untamed sections of whitewater rapids and pristine wooded shoreline, dotted with massive boulders deposited by the great Ice Age. Wildlife is abundant, while any real industry is rare, and not a single house can be seen for many miles at a stretch.

As a young boy, my father would take me canoeing and fishing at the river and we would often camp along its lush wooded banks. He loved the area so much that he would later purchase a small farm on the river above the dam near Streator, Illinois. He used it as a refuge to get away from the demands of his own business. My trips to the Vermilion during later years of my life were often bitter sweet after my father’s passing in June of 1997. My memories of him and our many times together, either fishing or canoeing the river, lay heavy on my mind. My personal trips to the river as an adult were a time and opportunity for me to reflect on my own life and the challenges that lay ahead of me on my own journey.

An area of the river where I planned on fishing during this trip had a very special meaning to me. It was rife with a vivid memory of a near tragedy. My father and I had been canoeing the river many years ago, when I was only nine years old. The river seemed rather high for that time of the year and the water was moving at a very fast pace. I was wearing a bulky, oversized lifejacket my father had purchased from a Navy supply store. I think he thought the bigger the better, but I remember not being able to move or even paddle very well. He had added an extra level of security by tying a half-inch piece of rope around my back and securing it with a large square knot in the front of the jacket.

The military issued lifejacket was very constricting, but I was sure it would hold me up in the water and probably one other person should I fall into the raging rapids. It had only been my second time down the river and I could sense some concern on my father’s face. He was desperately trying to keep our canoe afloat as we dodged numerous rocks and submerged boulders. I recall his anguish as he commented that the river was a lot higher than he had originally thought and the current was moving faster than he could ever remember.

My father was an expert canoeist and former Boy Scout, having canoed numerous rivers across the country including the Vermilion and several others in Illinois. For whatever reason, he decided to run a rapid on the far left side of the river in an area known as the Rock Garden. I think he wanted me to experience the thrill of running a real rapid. Strewn across entire sections of this part of the river are numerous jagged rocks and massive boulders, some partially exposed. When the water is higher than normal, the Rock Garden can be rather treacherous and deadly, as many a canoeist both novice and experienced, have discovered over the years.

My father had purchased a Voyageur canoe that had fallen off a delivery truck and was severely damaged. He was able to buy it for a reasonable price and learned how to repair it with fiberglass. The canoe was maroon in color, and the bow and stern of the boat rose up and curved at the top resembling an Indian birch bark canoe. It was unlike any canoe I had ever seen. Its extra wide body and keel were well suited for whitewater and almost never tipped. Over the years, the canoe would take on a new dimension and weight, as we would need to repair it after several bouts with the Vermilion. The canoe became so heavy due to all its repairs that it would take four men just to carry it to the launch site near Englehaupt’s property.

On a previous trip with my father, Mr. Englehaupt, who lived in one of the few homes on the banks of the Vermilion warned us that if you’re not familiar with this river or are a novice canoeist, this section can be very dangerous during times of high water. He was right, and we were just about to run this part of the river and try to navigate through some of its most treacherous rapids! I began to feel my heart beat faster as we got nearer to the Rock Garden. I could see and hear the water swirling and crashing violently against the rocks. My father yelled to me, “Get down on your knees, Paul, stay low and paddle!” Because I was in the front of the canoe, I saw a massive amount of whitewater and a five to six foot drop off. We were heading straight into the center of this incredible whirlpool of swirling water.

The front of our canoe hit the rapids first and we began to drop off the edge of the waterfall. I heard a loud crash as the bottom of the canoe scrapped hard against the rocks below the surface and the fiberglass began to buckle. Our canoe shook violently from side to side and just as I thought we were about to tip over, my father steadied our canoe and we continued to move swiftly through the rapid. Then, without any warning there was a loud crushing noise followed by an eerie almost deadening sound of what must have been solid rock ripping through the bottom of our canoe. As our small craft came to an abrupt stop in the middle of the raging rapids, it began to shake more violently as waves crashed hard against its sides.

With our canoe on the verge of being eaten alive by the rapids, I heard my father cry out in pain. When I looked back at him, to my horror I saw a steady flow of his fresh blood clearly visible against the gray bottom of our canoe. His left knee had been split open from a jagged rock that that had punctured a section of our boat where he had been kneeling.

We were now being held in place by a large jagged rock in the middle of a churning mass of whitewater. The rock had just ripped a gaping hole in our canoe severely injuring my father. His face was grimacing with what had to be excruciating pain. His massive body and tired arms tried desperately to keep our small canoe afloat. He yelled to me, “Stay low, and don’t panic!” I don’t remember panicking, but I was worried about my dad and wondered how we would manage not to sink and be swept down river in only our lifejackets. Even at nine years old, I was a good swimmer, but questioned my ability to swim with any chance of survival in these types of waters.

As more and more water rushed in from the large rip in the bottom of our canoe, huge whitecaps crashed over the sides completely soaking our bodies in cold river water, threatening to sink us. I could feel our canoe begin to shake violently once again as my father desperately tried to free it from the grips of the rock that had punctured our boat, and ravished his knee. Suddenly, I heard another loud scrapping noise and our boat catapulted forward and was finally free from the grips of the rocks. My father yelled to me, “Bail Paul, bail!” I quickly dropped my paddle into the canoe and began to frantically bail the water out of our nearly swamped boat with a plastic milk container.

Our only hope to survive this incredible mishap was to try and make a quick sharp turn across the river and shoot for the right bank. I could see that the left bank of the river was completely washed out by the high water and there was no sign of dry ground. A massive concrete and steel bridge that spans across the Vermilion at this section of the river has hash marks on its immense columns, indicating the height of water in the river. As we came closer to the bridge, I could see that the river was well past the six-foot marker on the columns, nearly reaching the seven-foot mark. This was an extremely dangerous water level for this river. At an eight-foot level, the Vermilion looks like a branch of the Colorado River.

As we desperately tried to keep our canoe afloat, I thought that if we missed getting out of the river at this point, we might be washed further downstream without much hope of getting out for several miles. I was worried about my father’s knee and his ability to continue paddling. If we were to save ourselves, we would have to safely steer our small canoe around the massive bridge columns, make a sharp right turn and head for the far right bank. Not a very easy task with a boat nearly filled with water and my father’s severe injury. Still kneeling, he tried desperately to stop the profuse bleeding from the gash in his knee by wrapping his drenched shirt around his wound. As he applied pressure, I could see his face grimace in pain. It was a first aid technique I’m sure he must have learned while in the Boy Scouts. It was apparent that he was in agony and was the only one paddling, as I continued my desperate attempts at bailing. With each movement forward, our canoe continued to take on more river water.

As I struggled to bail, mustering every ounce of energy left in my body, I could hear my father groan in pain as I felt our weighted down canoe start to slowly turn toward the right bank with each powerful thrust from his paddle. His last orders to me on the river were, “Stop bailing, Paul, now paddle, paddle hard!” Somehow, through our incredible determination to save our lives, my father and I were able to make it safely to the other side of the river without sinking and being swept down the Vermilion River. It’s a vivid memory of how determination, teamwork and the sheer will to live, which saved our lives that I will never forget.

Featured Review

By Jane Cowart

Mr. Rega presents a delightful memoire of growing up in what may be called a simpler time. The book culminates in a bike trip from Illinois to Florida. As an amateur cyclist, I cannot fully fathom such a trip even in this day of padded shorts and clipless pedals much less in a Boy Scout uniform and clunky shoes and without a cellphone.

Truly the values of the time and the lessons he learned from his family and scouting gave him the determination and character to make such a trip possible. A must read!

About the Author

Paul Rega began his writing career in 1980 while attending Western Illinois University as a staff reporter for the Western Courier. Upon graduating with a degree in biology and journalism, he spent the next thirty years in business having started an executive search firm in 1984.

Paul's passion for writing stayed with him throughout his business life, and he started writing his first book in 1993. He published, How To Find A Job: When There Are No Jobs in December 2011. The book was an instant success, and hit #1 on Amazon's bestseller list for job hunting books in March 2012. He published 12 Steps to Freedom in August 2013 and Trail of 32 in September 2013, The Syndrome in April 2014, and A Two Pedal World Book 1 and Book 2 in May 2014.

Paul lives in a small town along the Gulf Coast of Florida, where he is working on his next book.

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