If one has a hard time imagining what it was like when we were seven or eight years-old go out to a weed field, corn field or your backyard. Get down on your knees and take a long look at trees, the sky, and an adult loved one if one is close by. We are small, short in stature, if we are lucky we can remember the joy of being raised up onto our father’s or mother’s shoulders. That exhilarating lift and perspective has stayed with me. When I refused to get on my father’s shoulders due to my guilt and confusion, I temporarily lost that feeling and feared I would never get it back.
There are many ways to rise on the shoulders of life; to see the world from a different perspective. Our own personal views of life can change by looking at tragedies- as well as joys-differently. Sharing my story, Above His Shoulders, is my attempt to do that for my audience. Try looking back, and then forward. A new path is there for you. Take the steps to make positive changes. The book alone will not do this for you; it is only one tool in your tool bag of life.
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