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- Herausgeber: Ben Business Group LLC
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
Summary of The Wish - A Comprehensive Summary
Trinity turned into greater prescient than he probably found out, however then again, both Trinity and Luanne had regarded that Maggie had another appointment with Dr. Brodigan scheduled on December 10. And sure sufficient, at that appointment, Dr. Brodigan had urged Maggie to attention on her quality of lifestyles.
Now it changed into December 18. More than per week had passed after that lousy day and Maggie nonetheless felt nearly numb. Nor had she advised every person about her analysis. Her mother and father had continually believed that in the event that they prayed long enough, God might somehow heal her, and telling them the reality might take greater energy than she could summon. Same thing in a unique manner along with her sister; long story short, she didn’t have the power. Mark had texted a couple of times to check in on her, however saying anything about her state of affairs thru text struck her as absurd and he or she hadn’t been equipped to face anyone just then. As for Luanne or even Trinity, she decided to name them, but what would be the result? Luanne deserved to enjoy the time she was spending with her family without hearing about Maggie, and Trinity had his own life, too. Besides, there was nothing that either of them could in reality do.
Instead, dazed through her new fact, she’d spent much of the final eight days both in her condominium and on quick, slow walks through her community. Sometimes she truly stared out...
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Table of contents
SUMMARY of The Wish
Introduction
Marooned
The Christmas Tree
The Second Trimester
The Third Trimester
Merry Christmas
Mark
Conclusion
SUMMARY of The Wish
by Nicholas Sparks - A Comprehensive Summary
SUMMARY of The Wish
Trinity turned into greater prescient than he probably found out, however then again, both Trinity and Luanne had regarded that Maggie had another appointment with Dr. Brodigan scheduled on December 10. And sure sufficient, at that appointment, Dr. Brodigan had urged Maggie to attention on her quality of lifestyles.
Now it changed into December 18. More than per week had passed after that lousy day and Maggie nonetheless felt nearly numb. Nor had she advised every person about her analysis. Her mother and father had continually believed that in the event that they prayed long enough, God might somehow heal her, and telling them the reality might take greater energy than she could summon. Same thing in a unique manner along with her sister; long story short, she didn’t have the power. Mark had texted a couple of times to check in on her, however saying anything about her state of affairs thru text struck her as absurd and he or she hadn’t been equipped to face anyone just then. As for Luanne or even Trinity, she decided to name them, but what would be the result? Luanne deserved to enjoy the time she was spending with her family without hearing about Maggie, and Trinity had his own life, too. Besides, there was nothing that either of them could in reality do.
Instead, dazed through her new fact, she’d spent much of the final eight days both in her condominium and on quick, slow walks through her community. Sometimes she truly stared out...
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Introduction
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Introduction
’Tis the Season
Marooned
The Christmas Tree
The Second Trimester
Holiday Spirit and Christmas Eve
The Third Trimester
Merry Christmas
Mark
Conclusion
Marooned
Introduction
1996 was the year that changed everything for Maggie Dawes. Sent away at sixteen to live with an aunt she barely knew in Ocracoke, a remote village on North Carolina’s Outer Banks, she could think only of the friends and family she left behind…until she meets Bryce Trickett, one of the few teenagers on the island. Handsome, genuine, and newly admitted to West Point, Bryce gradually shows her how much there is to love about the wind-swept beach town—and introduces her to photography, a passion that will define the rest of her life.
By 2019, Maggie is a renowned travel photographer. She splits her time between running a successful gallery in New York and photographing remote locations around the world. But this year she is unexpectedly grounded over Christmas, struggling to come to terms with a sobering medical diagnosis. Increasingly dependent on a young assistant, she finds herself becoming close to him.
As they count down the last days of the season together, she begins to tell him the story of another Christmas, decades earlier—and the love that set her on a course she never could have imagined.
’Tis the Season
Trinity turned into greater prescient than he probably found out, however then again, both Trinity and Luanne had regarded that Maggie had another appointment with Dr. Brodigan scheduled on December 10. And sure sufficient, at that appointment, Dr. Brodigan had urged Maggie to attention on her quality of lifestyles.
Now it changed into December 18. More than per week had passed after that lousy day and Maggie nonetheless felt nearly numb. Nor had she advised every person about her analysis. Her mother and father had continually believed that in the event that they prayed long enough, God might somehow heal her, and telling them the reality might take greater energy than she could summon. Same thing in a unique manner along with her sister; long story short, she didn’t have the power. Mark had texted a couple of times to check in on her, however saying anything about her state of affairs thru text struck her as absurd and he or she hadn’t been equipped to face anyone just then. As for Luanne or even Trinity, she decided to name them, but what would be the result? Luanne deserved to enjoy the time she was spending with her family without hearing about Maggie, and Trinity had his own life, too. Besides, there was nothing that either of them could in reality do.
Instead, dazed through her new fact, she’d spent much of the final eight days both in her condominium and on quick, slow walks through her community. Sometimes she truly stared out the window, absently fondling the small pendant on the necklace she always wore; different times, she people-watched. When she’d first moved to New York, she had been enthralled by the ceaseless activity around her, seeing people dashing down into the subway or peering up into business towers in the dark with the knowledge that people were still at their desks. Following the frenzied moves of pedestrians under her window reminded her of early maturity in the town and the younger, healthier woman she once was. It felt like an entire life had been in view then; it additionally felt as although the years had passed in the blink of an eye, and her incapability to understand that contradiction made her more self-reflective than most. Time, she thought, could continually be elusive.
She hadn’t expected the impressive—deep down, she’d known a cure turned into a question—however wouldn’t it have been amazing to find that the chemotherapy had slowed the cancer a touch and bought her a year or two more? Or that a few experimental medicines had emerged as available? Would that have been a lot to ask? To be given one last intermission before the final act started?
That was the problem with most cancers. The waiting. So much of the past few years were about waiting. Waiting for the appointment with the physician, anticipating medicine, waiting to feel better after the medicine, ready to see whether the treatment had worked, ready until she became well enough to try something new. Until her prognosis, she’d seen something as an inflammation, however waiting had slowly and definitely ended up the defining truth of her life.
“Even now,” she unexpectedly thought. “Here I am, ready to die.”
On the sidewalk, past the glass, she saw people bundled up in winter clothing, their breath making clouds of steam as they moved quickly to unknown destinations; on the street, a protracted line of vehicles with sparkling taillights crawled through slender lanes between pretty brick city houses. They were people going on with their everyday lives, as even though nothing out of the ordinary had been going on. But nothing felt ordinary now, and she doubted anything might ever feel normal again.
She envied them, these strangers she would never meet. They have been living their lives without counting the days they had left, something she could never do again. And, as always, there had been so many of them. She’d grown used to the truth that the whole thing in the town changed into continually crowded, regardless of the time or the season, which added inconvenience to even the best matters. If she wanted ibuprofen from Duane Reade, there was a line to buy it; if she felt in the mood to watch a movie, there was a line to get in there, too. When it came time to go the street, she was always surrounded by others, people rushing and jostling.
Actually, when I’m being truthful, my mystery lifestyle started when I turned fifteen and my mother found me on the bathroom floor, green around the gills, with my fingers wrapped round the toilet bowl. I’d been barfing each morning for the past week and a half, and my mother, more experienced in such matters than I was, raced to the drugstore and made me pee on a stick as soon as she was able. When the blue plus sign appeared, she stared at the stick for a long time without saying a single phrase, then retreated to the kitchen, where she cried on and off for the rest of the day.
That became in early October, and I was a bit more than nine weeks pregnant by then. I likely cried as much as my mom that day. I stayed in my room clutching my favored teddy bear—I’m now not sure my mom even knew that I hadn’t gone to high school—and stared out the window with swollen eyes, looking buckets of rain pour onto foggy streets. It was standard Seattle weather, and even now, I doubt there’s a more miserable place to be in the entire world, specifically whilst you’re fifteen and pregnant and positive your life is over earlier than it even had a chance to start.
It went without saying that I had no idea what I was going to do. That’s what I bear in mind most of all. I wonder, when did I recognize being different? Or even being a grown-up? Oh, sure, there had been times when I felt older than my age, like when Zeke Watkins—the star of the college basketball crew—spoke to me in the college parking lot, but part of me still felt like a kid. I cherished Disney films and celebrating with strawberry ice cream cake at the roller rink on my birthday; I constantly slept with a teddy bear and I couldn’t even drive. Frankly, I wasn’t even all that skilled while it came to sex. I’d only kissed four boys in my entire life, however one time, the kissing went too far, and a little more than 3 weeks after that lousy barfing-and-tear-stuffed day, my mother and father shipped me off to Ocracoke in the Outer Banks of North Carolina, an area I didn’t even know existed. It was a picturesque seashore city loved by tourists. There, I would stay with my aunt Linda Dawes, my father’s older sister, a woman I’d met only once in my life. They’d also made arrangements with my instructors so I wouldn’t fall behind in my schooling. My dad and mom had a long discussion with the principal—and after the he spoke to my aunt, he decided to allow her to check my work, ensuring I didn’t cheat and that all my assignments were turned in. And soon after that, I all at once became the family secret.
