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Wilfried A. Hary HERR DER WELTEN 007: Der letzte Krieg

„Das grausame Finale - und ein neuer Anfang!“

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HERR DER WELTEN 007: Der letzte Krieg - Wilfried A. Hary: „Das grausame Finale - und ein neuer Anfang!“ Das »Kollektiv der Träumer« schuf einst eine neue Welt, doch ihr Traum geriet zum Alptraum, entglitt ihnen mehr und mehr. So schicken sie den SUCHER aus, um wieder Macht darüber zu bekommen. Er kennt das wahre Motiv seiner Odyssee nicht, um unvoreingenommen sein zu können. Für ihn ist die wahnsinnige Hölle schrecklicher Visionen tödliche Wirklichkeit. Er heißt Bereter... Und in diesem entscheidenden Moment setzt der STERNENVOGT, der HERR DER WELTEN, seinen Diener John Willard ein - als Bereter. Alles ist von langer Hand vorbereitet. Der glatte Tausch gelingt ihm mit Hilfe der überlegenen Technik seines Schiffes. Denn er ist ja nicht umsonst der HERR DER WELTEN. Und obwohl John Willard alle Erinnerungen des echten Bereter übernimmt, darf er nicht einmal ahnen, dass er nicht der echte Bereter ist: Um nicht das Misstrauen des »Kollektives der Träumer« zu wecken! Seine Aufgabe ist indessen weitergehend als die Aufgabe des »echten« Bereter: Rettung vom PLANET DER TRÄUMER und Rückführung in die WIRKLICHKEIT! Damit dieser Planet in Zukunft wieder eine Chance haben wird, Mitglied der Sternengemeinschaft und somit Mitglied innerhalb der interstellaren Handelspartner zu werden. Aber noch etwas ist vom STERNENVOGT gut vorbereitet: Diesmal geht John Willard als Bereter nicht ganz allein in den Kampf. Er hat einen starken Partner, denn der Sternenvogt tauscht unbemerkt eine weitere Figur aus. Ihre Begegnung erfolgt wie zufällig. Das »Kollektiv der Träumer« darf niemals misstrauisch werden, um die Mission nicht zu gefährden. Der Partner heißt deshalb nicht umsonst genauso wie derjenige, gegen den er ausgetauscht ist, nämlich... » B R O N « Ohne ihn und ein grüner Symbiont, der ihn völlig bedeckt und ein ›Ableger‹ des Symbionten von Bron ist, wäre Bereter, alias John Willard, ziemlich schnell am Ende, in der Tat. Sie werden in furchtbare Kämpfe verwickelt auf ihrer rätselhaften Reise. Und am Ende wird Bereter sogar der ›VADO‹ eines Stammes. Das bedeutet soviel wie Hohepriester oder Zauberer... Einführung in die Serie: Viele tausend Welten sind von Menschen besiedelt. Überlichtschnelle Flüge sind verboten, weil es sich erwiesen hat, dass diese auf Dauer das energetische Gleichgewicht des Universums und somit das Raum-Zeit-Gefüge stören, was in manchen Bereichen des Universums in der Vergangenheit zu schrecklichen Katastrophen führte. Die von Menschen besiedelten Welten haben keinen direkten Kontakt miteinander, da es keine überlichtschnellen Kommunikationsmöglichkeiten gibt. Dennoch entstand im Verlauf der Jahrhunderttausende ein funktionierendes Handelssystem: Riesige Container-Schiffe reisen im Unterlichtflug zu ihren Zielwelten, mit mannigfaltigen Waren bestückt. Sie sind teilweise Jahrtausende unterwegs, um ihr Ziel zu erreichen, aber da der Strom der Handelscontainer niemals abreißt, werden die Planeten untereinander reibungslos versorgt. Die Erde beispielsweise ist eine gigantische "Zuchtanstalt für Menschenmaterial" - dem wichtigsten Exportartikel der Erde. Die Betreffenden werden in Tiefschlaf versetzt, bevor sie auf den Weg gehen. Ein Übriges tut die Zeitdilatation, so dass sie unbeschadet den langen Flug überstehen. Dieses komplizierte Handelssystem ist natürlich hochempfindlich - und muss überwacht werden. Dafür zuständig ist der Sternenvogt - der wahre HERR DER WELTEN... Impressum: Alleinige Urheberrechte an der Serie: Wilfried A. Hary Copyright Realisierung und Folgekonzept aller Erscheinungsformen (einschließlich eBook, Print und Hörbuch) by www.hary-production.de Canadastr. 30 * D-66482 Zweibrücken Telefon: 06332-481150 www.HaryPro.de eMail: wah@HaryPro.de ISSN 1614-3329 Alle Rechte vorbehalten. Nachdruck und Vervielfältigung jedweder Art nur mit schriftlicher Genehmigung von Hary-Production. Alle Titelbilder: Gerhard Börnsen gerry.hard@hotmail.de oder gerhard.boernsen@t-online.de Nähere Angaben zum Herausgeber und Autor siehe hier: http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilfried_A._Hary eBooks – sozusagen direkt von der Quelle, nämlich vom Erfinder des eBooks! www.HARY-PRODUCTION.de brachte nämlich bereits im August 1986 die ersten eBooks auf den Markt – auf Diskette. Damals hat alles begonnen – ausgerechnet mit STAR GATE, der ursprünglichen Originalserie, wie es sie inzwischen auch als Hörbuchserie gibt. [mehr]

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Melanie Higgins Zysk Unconditional Love

The amazing story of one woman and the animals that changed her life forever

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Englisch
15 Wörter
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652
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This is a true story that I wrote from the bottom of my heart. I had a wonderful childhood until my father decided to have an affair with another woman. Our entire family was in shambles…not to mention how heartbroken I was because I was a daddy’s girl. We finally had to move to the projects because that was all my mother could afford. Talk about going from riches to rags. I remember crying myself to sleep every night. I started hanging around with the wrong type of people and getting into a lot of trouble, eventually doing time in a state penitentiary. I was calling out for love, I really was not a bad person, in fact, I was always quiet and shy. Life can be a hard journey. I did not have much of a childhood, or perhaps I've blocked a lot from my memory. But by the age of fifteen I was all grown up. I had to make decisions for myself; admittedly, some were not very good. Looking back, it didn't take all that long before I came to the end of my rope, but once I got there I turned around. I grabbed on as tight as I could, and soon I was pulling myself up, one grip at a time. And I've made a lot of changes in my life since then, mostly to make it a better one. The first time that I rubbed my nose against a tiny fawn‘s nose, it changed me forever. Looking back, I wish I might have been a little smarter concerning my career choice because I would have loved to be a veterinarian. But life can throw you curves, and I've learned to make the best of every day. And the day I held that warm, soft Guinea pig in my arms made me feel happier than I'd ever been. Happy deep down inside where it matters the most. The day eight years ago when we bought our “ranch”, I realized just how much I loved animals—all kinds of animals—and how much it meant for me to have them around me. I developed a piece of raw land into a working ranch and it was a lot of hard work, pulling weeds, putting in a fence line, and building pens for the animals we purchased from a local auction. And it was worth it, because, as I said, I love all animals of every kind, each with its own special interests and personality. I can spend endless hours just relaxing and watching them run and play with one another. We have thirty-seven animals on the ranch right now, and I love each and every one with all my heart. Most of them were adopted, saved from horrible situations, and still need lots of love and attention. Eventually, living with us, they come around and forget their past lives of neglect and abuse. Our animals live their entire lives on our ranch. They live to be very old and die of natural causes—the way it’s meant to be. This heartwarming story pays tribute to my lasting love affair with animals small and large. Over the years, I have adopted abused, neglected, or unwanted animals and cared for them on my Florida ranch. I developed a set of beliefs about the human relationship with animals, and I have come to realize that each creature has a distinct personality, a warm heart, passion and even a sense of humor. I operate on the firm belief that every animal, whether an unfriendly cat, lame pig, or a blind cow, needs to love and be loved. I was a pure-bred city girl, until I discovered how animals could soothe my soul and enhance my life. Since then, I have made it my mission to provide shelter and love for animals of all kinds, including cats, dogs, pigs and even cows. I believe that every animal has a right to live—and live well. I respect their wishes and they respect mine in return. It is out of this deep respect that I say that animals are not toys; they have feelings and hearts beating inside them just the way we do. And it is from animals that we receive unconditional love. I know, because it is their love, total and unconditional, that changed my life forever. Thank you for your precious time. Category Non-fiction Title Unconditional Love Subtitle The amazing story of one woman and the animals that changed her life forever. Author Melanie Higgins Zysk Illustrations 72 Pages 205 Words 74,002 Binding Hard and Soft cover ISBN 978-0-595-43920-1 (pbk) 978-0-595-70484-2 (cloth) Reviews: info@apex reviews. net Unconditional Love Melanie Higgins Zysk ISBN: 9780595439201 Reviewed By Cary Merriman Official Apex Reviews Rating: The path of Melanie Higgins Zysk’s journey through life is the very definition of “circuitous”… After her parents divorce when she’s just a little girl, Zysk, her mother, and her brothers are thrust directly into the veritable teeth of adversity. After suffering a horrendous accident that takes her friend’s life and nearly claims hers, she decides to live life to the fullest and strikes out on her own into the dangerous, yet exciting world that surrounds her. Along the way, she becomes a teenage bride, spends time as “Miss Keystone” (a NASCAR trophy girl), and even does a 10- month bid in the Pennsylvania state pen – for a crime she didn't even realize she committed. A quick study in learning the discipline of self-reliance, though, Zysk eventually becomes quite adept at following the desires of her heart, which ultimately lead her to start a rescue ranch for animals that have been abused, abandoned, or otherwise left to fend for themselves. It is in launching the ranch that Zysk finds her true calling, one that has lingered quietly, yet fervently within her entire life: sharing the unconditional love of her selfless heart with those who truly need it. Unconditional Love is an intriguing study of a life lived on quite a far reaching arc, but what’s most endearing about Zysk’s life story is the salient way that her warm-hearted nature shines throughout. From the time that she is very young, she always wishes for the best for others and sacrifices constantly for the benefit of those around her. Of course, this selflessness is most apparent in her undying affection for and dedication to her ever-growing family of furry friends, whose lives would be devoid of considerable comfort and enrichment were it not for Zysk’s faithful devotion. Life is destined to throw obstacles in our paths, but what matters most is how we choose to negotiate them along the way. In Unconditional Love, Melanie Higgins Zysk provides the reader with the perfect example of how to turn any adverse situation on its ear by focusing on the blessings hidden deep within. FOREWORD MAGAZINE wrote: Animals & Nonfiction. UNCONDITIONAL LOVE: THE AMAZING STORY OF ONE WOMAN AND THE ANIMALS THAT CHANGED HER LIFE FOREVER by Melanie Higgins Zysk (205 pages, soft cover, photos, 978-0-595-43920-1): Florida rancher, animal rights enthusiast, and author presents this heartfelt tribute to her lifelong love affair with animals of all kinds; storylines include how inner city life and a led Zysk on a search for her life’s purpose, and ultimately to the devoted mission of saving animals; how to rescue and care for abused and neglected animals—such as pigs with backaches refusing to walk, blind cows ready to give birth, and dogs of all dispositions; and how to see life through the eyes of “unconditionally loving” animals—with humor, pragmatism, determination, and passion. Endorsement: "Drama, hope, and love, along with an unforgettable cast of characters, both human and animal, show us that with love, anything is possible." Sy Montgomery, best-selling author of The Good, Good, Pig. Please check out my web site www.melaniehigginszysk.com you will laugh at all four of my videos with my animals. I dedicate this book to my Mother, Dolores Baker; she is now resting in peace. If your parents are alive, cherish them with all your heart. My mom was a great influence in my life. I love and miss her dearly. A portion of all proceeds from the sales of this book will be donated to the Humane Society. vii Contents Foreword. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .ix Chapter 1 The Beginning of My Life . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 Chapter 2 Tim Came into My Life and We Started a Business. . . 23 Chapter 3 Happier Times . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 37 Chapter 4 Sad Times . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 53 Chapter 5 Selling the House . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 69 Chapter 6 The Business was Growing . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 83 Chapter 7 Lil’ Abner and Lots of Excitement. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 101 Chapter 8 Building Our Dream Home . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 117 Chapter 9 The Wonderful Wedding Day . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 129 Chapter 10 The Terrible Hurricanes . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 147 Chapter 11 Sally and the Crazy Things that Happened . . . . . . . . 159 Chapter 12 Going Psychic and Here’s Foster . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 185 Acknowledgments . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 203 About the Author . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 205 Special thanks to my mother-in-law Carolyn Zysk and Sara my wonderful pig. ix Foreword Life can be a hard journey. I did not have much of a childhood, or perhaps I've blocked a lot from my memory. But by the age of fifteen I was all grown up. I had to make decisions for myself; admittedly, some were not very good ones. It wasn’t that I believed I was a bad person. I just made some bad choices about some people and some of the things that I chose to do. Looking back, it really didn't take all that long before I came to the end of my rope, but once I got there I turned around. I grabbed on as tight as I could, and soon I was pulling myself up, one grip at a time. And I've made a lot of changes in my life since then, mostly to make it a better one. The first time that I was in contact with an animal, it changed me forever. Looking back, I wish I might have been a little smarter concerning my career choice because I would have loved to be a veterinarian. But life can throw you curves, and I've learned to make the best of every day. And the day I held that warm, soft creature in my arms made me feel happier than I'd ever been. Happy deep down inside where it matters the most. The day eight years ago when we bought our “ranch”, I realized just how much I loved animals—all kinds of animals—and how much it meant for me to have them around me. We developed a piece of raw land into a working ranch and it was a lot of hard work, pulling weeds, putting in a fence line, and building pens for the animals we purchased from a local auction. And it was worth it, because, as I said, I love all animals of every kind, each with its own special interests and personality. I can spend endless hours just relaxing and watching them run and play with one another. We have thirty-seven animals on the ranch right now, and I love each and every one with all my heart. Most of them were adopted, saved from horrible situations, and still need lots of love and attention. Eventually, living with us, they come around and forget their past lives of neglect and abuse. Our animals live their entire lives on our ranch where they also get special attention from our friend and vet, Dr. Coughlan. There they live to be very old and die of natural causes—the way it’s meant to be. We believe that every animal has a right to live—and live well. We respect their wishes and they respect ours in return. It is out of this deep respect that I say that animals are not toys; they have feelings and hearts beating inside them just the way we do. And it is from animals that we receive unconditional love. I know, because it is their love, total and unconditional, that changed my life forever. [mehr]

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DAVID MITCHELL A CHRISTMAS STORY

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1562
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A CHRISTMAS STORY By DAVID MITCHELL ------------------------- The year was 1932. The Crydale Orphanage was a grim and forbidding looking building and being late evening the lights were being extinguished one by one by the staff. Outside in the dark and gloomy street a young girl staggered through the snow carrying her new born baby boy. She had left home because her father was a strict disciplinarian and would not hear of the girl’s illegitimate baby being brought into his house – it must be remembered, this was 1932 when attitudes were quite different. Her name was Elly, and she was destitute. She was desperately unhappy but her only thoughts were for her tiny baby wrapped warmly against the very cold weather - for this was December and just a few days before Christmas. As she walked along she passed the gaily lit shops displaying colourful Christmas items. Here and there she noticed the Christmas trees with their coloured lights and fleetingly her memory took her back to happier times when she was younger and her father then seemed more tolerant, even kind. In her state of total and forlorn unhappiness the tears rolled down her cheeks and she kissed her small baby thinking all the while how determined she was that his future will be much better than her past. As she drew nearer the orphanage she could see through the large window. No doubt this expansive room was where the orphans gathered each morning. It was empty and dark now. She was thinking deeply about what she proposed to do. Her plan was to leave the baby on the doorstep, ring the bell, and retire to a safe distance where she could not be seen; just so that she could be sure the door was answered and the baby found by the orphanage staff. In her plan, she reasoned that later on, when she was a little older and had perhaps secured a job, and was receiving an income, she could return and re-claim her son. She watched carefully as the front door of the orphanage opened and a young lady bent down and picked up the small baby lying on the doorstep. And so, when Elly was satisfied that her baby was now in good care she withdrew and went on her way, sobbing all the while. This was not at all what she wanted to happen; but in the light of her father’s cruel and totally unreasonable attitude she felt no other course was open to her. However, she brightened up a little when thinking that, if good fortune should come her way, it may not be too long before she would be able to return to the orphanage and reclaim her small son to care for him as a loving mother herself. So that was the manner in which little Chris arrived at the orphanage. They decided to call him ‘Christopher because it was so close to Christmas. The stern lady in charge of the orphanage, Mrs Briggs, ran the establishment in quite a strict manner but, like a lot of people who seem to be quite fierce in their demeanour, deep down in her heart she was a kindly soul and loved all the children that came under her care – every single one. Quite a number of children were lost to her as a result of adoptions through the years and she was very sad at the loss of each one and was at once sad at the departure of every child - but on the other hand she was glad to see them settled in a happy home. But somehow that never happened to Chris. For some reason that nobody could quite understand he was never selected for adoption. Later the orphanage began a new policy of advertising “HAVE AN ORPHAN FOR CHRISTMAS” and this seemed to be a big success. Some children had even been adopted permanently after being a “Christmas Child”. But this was now Christmas 1937. The snow had begun to fall and all of the children had gone to their ‘foster parents’ for the holiday - but not Chris. He was due to go to a Mr & Mrs Holden but with just over a week to go they advised the orphanage that Mr Holden had been called abroad, and that Mrs Holden would be accompanying him. As they had no idea how long they would be away they said they would have to reluctantly cancel the arrangement for Chris. It was too late then to find another temporary foster parent and so it looked very much as though Chris and Mrs Briggs would be the only inhabitants of the orphanage over the holiday. Mrs Briggs was quite resigned to her task, but she didn't mind at all. She got on very well with Chris and although the resources available to her were meagre she told herself that she must try to make it as nice a Christmas as possible, if only for the sake of little Chris. However, on the day before Christmas Eve Mrs Briggs received a call from the Holdens to say that Mr Holden’s mission abroad was accomplished sooner than he had anticipated, that they were now home, and that they would love to have Chris for Christmas after all as originally planned. When little Chris heard this his little face broke into a wide beaming smile. Poor old Mrs Briggs hesitated for just a moment when given the news. She had been looking forward to spending Christmas with just her and Chris. On the the other hand she wanted Chris to have a wonderful Christmas and so she too allowed herself a smile or two, and accepted that she must spend Christmas alone. And so it was that Mr & Mrs Holden collected Chris from the orphanage that very same day and took him to their very handsome home where a beautiful Christmas tree stood in the lounge, fully decorated with lights and ornaments, and with presents spread underneath; a lovely log fire was roaring up the chimney and the atmosphere was very nice, cosy, and very homely. Chris was then introduced to other members of the Holden family. First of all, there was Aunt Emily - a dear old soul who wore her spectacles perched on the end of her nose and seemed to be knitting all the time; she also often appeared to be chatting to herself as some old folk do. Then there was Grandfather Holden who held his hand out for Chris to shake. Chris did so dutifully for all the children at the orphanage were taught good manners. It was a very jolly atmosphere indeed and everyone seemed to be in a good mood – just as Christmas should be. But after a little while Mrs Holden noticed that Chris was looking rather sad and that one or two tears were rolling down his cheeks. “Why Chris my dear” she said “what ever are you crying for ? Aren’t you happy to be with us ?” At which the great big tears welled up in his eyes and poor little Chris began to sob. Urged by Mrs Holden to say why he was sad Chris then said “Well Mrs Holden, I am surely very happy to be here with you but I cannot help thinking of poor Mrs Briggs back at the orphanage. She will be all on her own for Christmas now that I have come to you and I am feeling I aught to be there with her to keep her company and make sure she has a nice Christmas too”. At this, all the Holden family could not help but remark what a very nice little boy Chris was to be thinking of others at this time. And so the conversation on the subject seemed to wane and die away. But not in Chris's mind. He went to sleep in his room but during the night he tossed and turned for he was still thinking of poor old Mrs Briggs and how very lonely she must be all by herself. The next morning everybody arose from bed. The snow lay crisp and several inches deep. It was a true Christmas scene All were looking forward to the day’s festivities. However, Mr Holden seemed to be absent. Chris did ask once “Where is Mr Holden ?” but was told by Mrs Holden “Oh, he has gone on an little errand for me - don’t worry, he’ll be back quite soon – in time for Christmas Dinner to be sure”. But now it was approaching time for the great Christmas Dinner and still Mr Holden had not returned. Mrs Holden had purchased a nice fat turkey and the smells were wafting through from her kitchen and were truly delicious. They were making everyone feel very hungry indeed. But where was Mr Holden ? Well, there was no need to worry for just at that moment the front door opened and in a flurry of snow flakes blown in by the wind there stood Mr Holden - and with him was none other than Mrs Briggs herself ! She had been absolutely thrilled and delighted when Mr Holden telephoned her to extend an invitation to join the Christmas party for she had resigned herself to spending Christmas by herself, as Chris had feared, and wondering what to do ! She had considered her Christmas Dinner but rejected the idea of cooking the turkey she had managed to buy for the occasion. Cooking a turkey for one person would not be sensible she thought. And so she decided she would save the turkey and Christmas Pudding until after the holidays when the children returned. "I'll just manage with a sandwich" she thought to herself. But when Mr Holden phoned to invite her to join the Holden family she accepted very gracefully; however she could not hide her absolute delight and happiness. The Christmas she was not looking forward to at all had now changed for her totally and completely. She was determined to enjoy the occasion together with Chris and the Holdens and appreciated their kindness very much. So little Chris, once he had recovered from the surprise and the great pleasure of seeing that Mrs Briggs had joined them rushed to her and gave her a big hug. They then joined the others and all enjoyed a truly splendid and jolly Christmas dinner - Mrs Holden, a very good cook, did them all proud and there was plenty for everybody. There were Christmas crackers to pull and small gifts inside - there was much laughter as each cracker was pulled. Chris loved everything - especially the Christmas Pudding. After the great dinner it was time to open the presents which still lying at the foot of the Christmas tree. Of course there were gifts for Chris and even a couple for dear Mrs Briggs - Mrs Holden had quietly taken the labels off two of her presents and placed new labels which said "TO DEAR MRS BRIGGS - WE WELCOME YOU TO OUR FAMILY". At this even the stern Mrs Briggs melted and a tear or two could be seen on her cheeks. The Holdens were so taken with Chris, and he with them, that after the holiday was over they offered to accept him on a permanent basis and not too long afterwards, after all the necessary legalities had been completed, Chris went to live at the Holden’s home. But he never forgot Mrs Briggs and went to see her periodically at which she was very pleased indeed. But what about the poor mother of Chris - Elly ? Well, after leaving her baby at the orphanage she did manage to obtain a live-in position as a scullery maid with a well-to-do family. She was quite happy there but the position was very poorly paid. There was no absolutely no chance of obtaining her own place to live and try to reclaim her little baby who, of course, had now grown up somewhat. The years passed by but there wasn’t a day when she didn’t think about her little boy and wondered how he was faring. Sometimes she retraced her steps on that awful day when she left her small son on the doorstep of the orphanage. She wanted to ring the bell and enquire about her baby; but each time she lost her nerve and walked on. And then one day, quite out of the blue, she was informed that her wealthy aunt had passed away and had left her a legacy of £15,000 in her Will. She was totally astounded and not a little surprised because this aunt had not been especially kind to her when it became known she was pregnant and, like her father, treated her with disdain. Maybe in time she relented, changed her mind, and decided to help her niece after all even if her father wouldn‘t. But most of all Elly was very happy for her first thoughts were that she could now find somewhere to live, reclaim her son, and live happily as a small family. Back then with the average wage around £3-£4 per week one can imagine the value of £15,000 ! Elly felt exceedingly rich. So she made contact with the Orphanage. At first she was rebuffed because the orphanage itself was controlled by a number of regulations - one of these being that they may not reveal the details of any adoption. Mrs Briggs felt exceedingly sorry for Elly and tried to pacify her. But Elly, who rather foolishly had thought that all she need do is to re-claim her son and all would be alright. Elly sought advice and was told the prospects of seeing her son again were bleak. And so Elly returned to the orphanage and threw herself upon the mercy and understanding of Mrs Briggs. Elly pleaded and pleaded with her until something within Mrs Briggs snapped and she just knew at that moment that she would have to help this pathetic young lady. So she went to her desk and wrote a name and address. She then turned to Elly and said "NOW ELLY, YOU KNOW THAT IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO DIVULGE WHERE YOUR SON IS NOW. I JUST CANNOT DO IT. IT CANNOT BE DONE. BUT SOMETIMES I AM CARELESS AND LEAVE LITTLE PIECES OF PAPER AROUND - her eyes then went to her desk "I REALLY MUST CURE MYSELF OF THIS HABIT" Elly looked up, saw Mrs Brigg's eyes wander to her desk, and gratefully collected the piece of paper on which, of course, was the Holden family's address. She kissed Mrs Briggs before departing and Mrs Briggs advised her to tread very carefully and with understanding. And so Elly contacted the Holdens, and made an appointment to see them - and little Chris. Mr & Mrs Holden were of course shocked to learn of this development for they had cared for Chris just as if he was their own son. He was now attending a very good private school and the Holdens were giving him every chance to progress in life. But they were nice and understanding people and therefore agreed to meet Elly. The reunion between mother and son was a remarkable and heart warming spectacle to behold. Chris was a little reticent and shy at first, but something attracted him towards his mother. He went to her and she placed both arms around him and smothered him with kisses as only a loving Mum can. Pitifully she pleaded with the Holdens to let her have her son back. Chris, of course was quite bewildered about all of this because although he loved his long lost real mother and took to her very naturally, he also loved the Holdens. His poor little mind was in a turmoil and he was very confused. Problems of this kind are extremely difficult to solve at any time but when they occur between nice and understanding people it is often possible to reach a conclusion which is satisfactory to all concerned And so it was that Elly and the Holdens agreed to share the affections of Chris. Elly succeeded to find a small cosy flat quite near to the Holden's place and some of the time Chris went there and some of the time he spent with the Holdens. It was a very happy arrangement and it worked very well with surprisingly few problems. Chris was a studious little boy, did well at school. When he grew up he attended university and chose medicine as his profession. When he qualified as a doctor Elly, the Holdens, and even dear old Mrs Briggs - now rather old and somewhat infirm - were all there to witness his awards. This is just a Christmas story - but we should all try to remember that such problems and situations do occur. That is part of life. But between nice people, who are understanding and are prepared to see the other's point of view there is always a solution to be found - provided the willingness is there to recognise it. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY ! [mehr]

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