Hi Simon, How are you?
This is the excerpt from my book I was thinking about using for promotion. Would you mind reading it and telling me what you think?
In my stubbornness, I pushed on along the dessert next to the interstate. The cactus became dense and cut my legs repeatedly. As I ran up the hills, rocks loosened and crashed down. There were so many obstacles causing my feet to give way again and again. I was so slow up the hills that I hardly felt like I was running. The wind blew in strong, continuous bursts blowing the saliva out of my mouth and the water out of my eyes. I reached the top of yet another hill and began descending, the footing was uncertain and the hills so steep that I was constantly scared of falling.
And then I did.
I tumbled down hitting rocks and cactus as I went. I came to a stop in the bottom of a washed out ditch. Dust rose in a cloud around me. Fresh cuts on my arms and legs burned with the unforgiving combination of salty sweat and dirt. I surveyed myself and saw fresh blood seeping out of cuts on my dirty arms and legs. I was completely alone in a ditch- no one in the world knew where I was, and I doubted if anyone cared. Through tears I cried out to God, “Is this worth it? Am I making a difference? Does anybody care about the hardships I’m facing?” Tears freely flowed down my dirty, sweaty face leaving streaks across my cheeks. The sun beat down on my hunched and bleeding body. I wept aloud with my face in my hands. Then it dawned on me: The war to end abortion would not be won in one day or even one run. Just like my run across America, there would be great triumphs as well as defeats. Victory would not come for the faint of heart, but to those who persevered. And in that moment, I determined to persevere. No matter how steep the mountain or how barren the dessert, I would carry on. I would keep fighting. God would be my strength, and abortion would end.