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Book Excerpt - Prologue
I am suffocating even though the air conditioner is running. Apart from that sound, the room is still. I hate the night. It's too quiet. The silence chokes me. My bedroom, which has always been a haven, is now a prison -- a torture chamber. I lie in my bed beside my son, his faint breath kissing my neck. His tiny body is hot, though his lips and nose are cool. His skin is taut; I know he is dying. My five-year-old son is dying and what I fear most is the moment he will leave me, when this room will become a tomb. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * And that is how our book begins. You can read the rest of it right here on this web site. Click here (or on "Download") to read the rest of the prologue and to continue on to the remainder of the book. There is no charge for the book (if someone really wishes to contribute to our ministry, contact us and we'll let you know how). We do ask one thing. After you read our story, would you take a moment and send us an e-mail, letting us know what you thought of it? We'd be interested in hearing your story. Thanks. Ron and Joan Denlinger
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