Love's True Second Chance
by Jeff
Dawson
Description
Did you ever wonder
what happened to your first love? Did you find yourself thinking back to those
carefree days of high school, when the only thing which really mattered was
rushing to school so you could see and hold that someone special? I know I did.
For thirty years, I always wondered how her life turned out. Was she happy? Was
she married? Had life been good to her? All of those questions were answered in
January of 2009 when we reunited.
For those who wonder
if love is worth a second chance, even if it ends in tragedy, the answer is an
emphatic, YES! If I wouldn't have given "us" one more chance, I would
have missed out on the most wonderful seven months of love two people could
ever share.
Get a copy today and
find out how deeply one can truly love.
Excerpt
Chapter 1
THE END
July
20th, 2009 7:00am I held her hand and kissed her face with the arrival of a
sunny beautiful morning, hoping for a miracle. The shift change for nurses and
doctors was in full swing. Staff checking in, charts being reviewed, doctors
and nurses exchanging information; vital signs being verified. Debbie’s
breathing is very labored as it had been for the last twenty four hours. I
never knew if each breath would be her last. The cancer was running its course
through her beautiful body at a terrible pace. An aide came in to change the
sheets and clean her up. She asked if I would like her to wash Debbie's hair. I
pondered the thought for a minute looking at the love of my live and replied in
a hushed, choked tone, “She would like that. How long will it take you to
change her bed and wash her hair?” She said about fifteen minutes. I stepped
out of the room and called her friend Cathey to get an estimated time of
arrival. She assured me she would be at the hospital within thirty minutes.
Debbie
was in good hands with the aide. I
decided to get a little air, purchase a coke and have a cigarette. I went to
the store with one thought running through my mind, Is there anything else I
can do for her? Had I done everything I
could for the “love of my life”? Would
God sit by her side and let her live out her life on earth or whisper in her
ear, take her hand, and guide her to heaven?
I had no control over what was happening to her.
Cathey
arrived at the hospital room at 8:50am. She had been detained by her hubby who was
in the process of coming home from Alaska after a three-month tour with the
railroad. She called looking for me. I told her I was downstairs having a smoke
but would be up in a few minutes. She said Deb was doing fine. My gut told me
different.
Something
had changed. There was something in the air that wasn’t right. I hurried back
into the hospital. The elevator took an eternity to reach the third floor. I
rushed down the hallway with a sense of urgency and hesitancy. I entered the
room; Cathey was standing to the left of the bed. She asked how I was. I never
responded. The labored breathing had stopped. “Cathey, how long has she been
like this?” She heard the concern in my voice and saw the look of worry on my
face. She moved closer to the bed, put her fingers on Debbie's right wrist and
checked for a pulse. She wanted to believe she felt one. I laid my hand on her
warm chest; it wasn’t moving. The pain in her face was starting to subside. I
believe Cathey said she was going to get a nurse. All I could do was rub her
chest and stroke her hair. Tears were starting to fall from my eyes. The nurse
came in and slowly moved me to check for any sign of life. Without a word she
exited the room looking for the doctor on call. He entered the room with the
nurse. They both checked for signs of life.
The
doctor slowly turned, looked me in the eye, placed his hand on my right
shoulder and said the words with as much compassion as possible, “I’m very
sorry. She's gone.” It wasn’t until this moment did I start to understand the
depth of our love. My heart didn’t break; it literally shattered into a million
pieces. I turned towards Cathey and collapsed into her arms, crying
uncontrollably.
A
thirty-year love abruptly ended.
Review
Jeff Dawson wrote a very moving account of how he fell in love, fell out
of love, found it again then lost it forever. The unique aspect of this book is
that the reader gets the male perspective on love. He takes us back to high
school to establish the background. For those of us who are 50ish, it's a walk
down memory lane because of so many shared experiences of that time period.
Then the story moves chronologically with respect to his love of a lifetime.
You will laugh, cry, get angry and sometimes take sides with the characters.
Also, many of us will see ourselves in other sections of the book and
ultimately we have to ask ourselves if we could have held up as well under such
adversity. I've read it several times and will read it again!
Interview With the
Author
Hi Jeff, thanks for
joining me today to discuss your book Love’s
True Second Chance.
Which writers have
influenced you the most? None that come to mind. I spent my years immersed in non-fiction works
surrounding WWII.
What age group do
you recommend your book for? This book is for 16 to 80 year olds.
What sparked the
idea for this book? Debbie's daughters. After she passed I asked them if I could write our
love story. They agreed it would be wonderful tribute.
That's a great thing
to do, Jeff. What was the hardest part to write in this book? All of it. I don’t know
how many times I cried as I recalled all the memories we shared.
That must have been
very difficult for you. How do you hope this book affects its readers? That love is worth a
second chance. Never stop pursuing it, because if you do, you will miss out on
the most wonderful relationship imaginable.
That's great advice.
How long did it take you to write this book? I believe it took four months.
What is your writing
routine? Really don’t have one. I write when the ideas start flooding in.
How did you get your
book published? I self-published it through Amazon and Smashwords.
What advice do you
have for someone who would like to become a published writer? Stop talking about doing
it and start writing. Don't worry about getting it right the first time. When
it's all said and done, you will have revised it at least six times before
sending it to a good editor and even then, there will be some tweaking. So,
stop waffling, procrastinating and contemplating, sit down and get on with it.
Readers are waiting.
More great advice,
Jeff. What do you like to do when you're not writing? Spend time with my
daughter, her three girls and my oldest son.
What does your
family think of your writing? I have no idea. To date, I don't think any of
them have read a word one. If they have, they haven't said a word to me.
Please tell us a bit
about your childhood. I had a normal (?) childhood. Played sports (baseball was my favorite),
got in trouble, worked on my HO train set, read, practiced my trombone, earned
money cutting lawns, washing cars and finally was old enough to work at Wendy's.
Made some really bad films with my friends, got in trouble - imagine that.
Dated a lot of girls. Overall, just had a great time growing up.
Did you enjoy
school? Absolutely. No worries. Wake up, eat, learn (?), play and eat again.
Does it get any better than that?
Did you like reading
when you were a child? Yes. I became an avid reader at twelve.
When did you first
realize you wanted to be a writer? After my back surgery in 2010. After spending
twenty-five years in the construction industry, it was time for a change. My
first work was a play I wrote in Junior High. It was along the lines of Mel
Brooks', "The Producers". It was a parody on the "Last Ten Days
of Hitler". Needless to say, despite the faculty enjoying the parody, they
didn't think it was appropriate for public consumption.
Did your childhood
experiences influence your writing? Not really.
What was your
favorite book as a child? Not a favorite book, but a favorite series. Ballantine Books released a
series on WWII. Each books was 160 pages each and only cost $1.00!
What can we look
forward to from you in the future? Two books of poetry, a sequel to Gateway:
Pioche and with luck, Debbie’s daughters are going to collaborate and show our
love story through their eyes. I told them, write what you want. I will not
criticize it. It’s their story. I’m curious to see what they thought about our
relationship.
Thanks so much for
talking to me today, Jeff, and for your generous donation to our giveaway.
From the Author
I spent twenty-five years in the wonderful world of road construction.
Back surgery in 2010 put the skids on that career. My body couldn't handle the
rigors of twelve to sixteen hour days, six to seven days a week anymore. As I
convalesced, licking my wounds, I wondered what to do next. Not being out in
the sun getting baked, or dodging traffic, was going to be a hard act to
follow. Seriously, what else did I know? An article in the Dallas Morning News
caught my eye. It was about being a professional speaker. Hmm. That sounds
interesting. Becoming mobile again, I took a seat in front of the blank
monitor, pondering what to write.
Let's start with something we know: my life. The first work was titled God's Plan: A Glimpse Into One's Life. I
re-titled it six months later to Why Did Everything Happen? This is a look back at the last twenty-five years
and how the death of my partner, father and true love affected my life. I was
amazed at the revelations. Since then, I've moved on to write in several
different genres. Some say I should change my name when diverting from the
path. Well, right or wrong, I'm sticking with my name. The current works range
from the love story of my one true love: Debbie Beck, RIP 7-20-2009 (Love's True Second Chance), an alternate historical perspective of
Vampires and WWII (Occupation), a newly released Sci-Fi time travel adventure (Gateway: Pioche), to Baseball Coaching Manuals. Granted, not every book I write is for
everyone. I understand that, but I hope I'm showing readers diversity can be a
good avenue.
I currently live in the Dallas-Fort Worth area, spending a lot of time
with my daughter, her girls and my oldest son. When I was in construction, I
never had or took the time to enjoy what surrounded me: love, family and
friends. My true love, Debbie and her girls reminded me what was important in
life; "we work to live, not live to work".
I hope you take a chance on a book or two.
One last thought. I'm working on sequels to, Occupation and Gateway:
Pioche. Other works in the pipeline are a collection of military and love
poems, and a short horror flick. How's that for diversity?
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