A Gentle Tug (Paperback)

Howard Dailey

ISBN 10: 1523448962 / ISBN 13: 9781523448968

Published by Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, 2016

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Paperback. One moment I was in that most beautiful place called Paradise. Suddenly, I heard the words, "I'm performing a miracle. I'm letting you live." Whoosh! Instantly, I was back in my crumpled body. I found myself looking up at a very startled lady who had been cradling my lifeless head. Then my eyes frantically search the faces of all those who had gathered around me, I asked as I labored to breathe, "Can anybody pray for me?" The crowd mostly burly-looking men, slowly shook their heads from side to side as in some sort of trance. No. As I realized what a desperate situation I was in. I repeated the question, "Can anybody pray for me?" Once again as if in unison, they shook their heads. No. Now I frantically gasped for air as my lungs quickly filled with blood. "Someone please pray!" Then a hush fell over the crowd as a small boy pushed them all aside, kneeled on the broken glass, grease, and wreckage, slid his cap of his little head, and said, "Mister, I can." This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.

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Bibliographic Details

• Title: A Gentle Tug (Paperback)
• Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
• Publication Date: 2016
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 1523448962
• ISBN 13: 9781523448968
• Binding: Paperback
• Condition: new

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Synopsis

One moment I was in that most beautiful place called Paradise. Suddenly, I heard the words, "I'm performing a miracle. I'm letting you live." Whoosh! Instantly, I was back in my crumpled body. I found myself looking up at a very startled lady who had been cradling my lifeless head. Then my eyes frantically search the faces of all those who had gathered around me, I asked as I labored to breathe, "Can anybody pray for me?" The crowd mostly burly-looking men, slowly shook their heads from side to side as in some sort of trance. No. As I realized what a desperate situation I was in. I repeated the question, "Can anybody pray for me?" Once again as if in unison, they shook their heads. No. Now I frantically gasped for air as my lungs quickly filled with blood. "Someone please pray!" Then a hush fell over the crowd as a small boy pushed them all aside, kneeled on the broken glass, grease, and wreckage, slid his cap of his little head, and said, "Mister, I can."