*book excerpts from Part I of my memoirs*
As mere mortals, I believe we all have that innate desire to connect, even when we are not consciously aware of it. We need this connection even if we don’t or can’t always admit it.
Regardless of where we are, or where we have come from, we are all survivors with amazing stories. And it is in the telling and sharing of these stories that we can inspire and give comfort to others – including ourselves. I have lost track of the number of stories and books that I have read that have inspired me to climb even higher and take more risks, because others have shown me it is possible.
Anything is possible.
So thank you for coming along on my journey so that I could tell mine.
The Match Still Burns
by Judith Mallard
Daddy’s Little Girl.
“We’ll be here all night” he said, as I kept dropping the matches.
“It’s for your own good.”
I remember most of everything that night and that day.
It started out innocently enough.
I didn’t think I was in trouble – it was my brother Tommy’s fault – and all I had to do was tell my father that. So I waited, somewhat patiently, tapping my shiny black leather shoes against the dirty old linoleum floor, that was weathered and peeling along the edges.
I remember the waiting. I remember being quite calm as the pretty sunlight burst in through the second story window, its’ warmth bathing my face and body.
It slowly began to get dark and the shadows came out dancing playfully across the walls as they settled ever so gently upon the bed next to me. It all felt so wonderfully peaceful.
But then I heard the front door suddenly slam.
Then I got scared.
Below is a copy of the Book Cover for The Match Still Burns that I am also designing. It is definitely in its’ infancy stages but I’m happy with the first initial draft: