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The Story So Far: 2013

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ISBN / ASIN1494898683
ISBN-139781494898687
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Sales Rank2,781,164
MarketplaceUnited States  🇺🇸

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A true story. A young man takes it upon himself to restore his family's dignity, armed with nothing but faith, determination and enthusiasm. Along the way, he discovers the true meaning of love, loyalty and courage, all from within... a life changing realization that he's actually capable of more than he was taught to believe. However, as time goes by and the road of trials gets harsher and harsher, he grows weary and weary, to the point of exhaustion and surrender. In the end, with all the strength gone, and the enthusiasm, and the determination... he's got nothing left but Faith. Arnaud will not achieve his dream -- that of becoming "father" to his brothers and sisters. That role remains in the hands of his father, who fights and prevails... for his family... while his firstborn son is still waiting for the miracle from Heaven. With no more reason to fight, now that the war has been won by his father, Arnaud finds himself alone in the dark, forced to meditate and come up with some sense out of the last six years of his life... or else, he'll go mad. It's at this moment that he learns an important lesson: Even if faith will exalt a mortal to being a god, as long as it's just in your head, it is nothing but utter madness. Man's character will be defined, not by how he sees or thinks of himself, but by how the rest of the world sees and thinks of him... and that will not be achieved by words but actions: The choices he will make every time the gap between expectations and results will break open. Born again but inside his mind, Arnaud comes to a deeper understanding of how Henley must have felt, when he wrote in his poem -- Invictus: "I thank whatever gods may be, for my unconquerable soul [... for] In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed."
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