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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
This is a sad short story of heartbreak, addiction and fate. It is an incredible life like journey for two men. One who has been dealt a bad hand in love and the other who is is now faced with the possibility of the others experience shaping his own life decisions. There are so many questions left unanswered by this but it is hoped that it will enable the reader's imagination to run riot.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013
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The Desperate Man
To those who have an unwanted addiction in their lives. Proceeds from the sale of this book will be going to the charity known as 'Me and Dee'. www.meanddee.co.ukBookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichThe Desperate Man
While on a three hour train journey back from Edinburgh to Manchester on a grim January day, I was caught up in deep thought about the condition of the man sitting opposite me while I travelled on the outward journey, the day before. I have come across heartbreak and even experienced it myself, but the condition of this man and the depth of his pain got to me. I could think of hardly anything else at all. Also the fact that it had manifested into him expressing it so openly shocked me. Usually when I've had a conversation across the table of a train it has been quickly forgotten as I have disembarked and gone about my business. But not this time. The other thing to point out is that this man seemed like a decent chap. He was coherent, quite handsome, smartly dressed and did not seem in any way short of any mental faculties. In fact I would go as far as to say that of all the dialogue I shared with various people on my journeys he was probably one of the most genuine I have ever spoken to. I felt helpless as he spoke. My mind kept coming up with clichés that all seemed far to pathetic to utter so for once I listened intently. I class myself as a charitable man. I help out where I can financially with humanitarian causes and would never cross the street if I saw someone in physical difficulty. I assist my family and friends whenever possible with things. But for this man I could offer nothing. I never even got to ask him his name. I have remembered him as the desperate man, but in fact I believe that such a title belongs to me for not having anything to offer.
