Audiobooks
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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being awakened in the middle of the night. At 3 30 I began to sink into a panic that I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. My mind began to dart every which way to all the stresses in my life, finishing, writing a book, going on the road for a family wedding after what seemed like a painfully short despite at home. Finishing the college scholarship and loan applications for one of my Children and countless other things were weighing on my mind. Eventually, having resigned myself to the reality of sleeplessness, I got up and made myself a cup of tea. In the early 19 sixties, I joined one of the most gratuitous and contemptible migrations in history, the middle class deserting the cities for the suburbs. I was not a willing traveler. Indeed, I thought my life, the loyal and charming affections I had one from my 12 year old city friends was forever lost. And the most bitter part of this destruction of my social life was that my parents explained it as being for my benefit. I thought they were lying. But as I stood on our lawn in front of the cumbersome, dreary house my mother described is cute and looked at the athletic types who it paused in their play to observe the movement of our furniture inside. I couldn't imagine what good this would do for them. Dad would have to commute to work, and Mom was separated from her friends and her sister, with whom she was neurotically close. Jacob fell to his knees, weeping as he watched his nine year old daughter, Jessica, lowered into the abyss of death, a site eloquently referred to earlier in the sermon as her peaceful resting place to await the second coming of the Lord. To Jacob, it was the cold, dark hole where Jessica's body would remain alone forever. I should have protected you, Jacob muttered repeatedly, as family and friends stood by helplessly, unable to comfort him, each trying to control their own anguish As they watched the descending casket protect her. Jacob angrily thought to himself as he recalled watching the car speed through the stop sign, striking Jessica as she walked her bicycle across the street. Within the unspoken safety of the crosswalk, he had screamed at her to stop, but she was too far away to hear him Yet, as always, when she spotted him, she enthusiastically smiled and waved to her daddy, this time never seeing the approaching instrument of death. Peter ignored the slight pain in his left temple that had been pulsing like a warning light since he had landed. He pushed the rolled up parachute into a recess in the wall and looked around to get his bearings. The historical illustrations seem correct. At the far side of the parapet, he recognized the staircase leading into the building. Peter Peak, carefully over the edge of the parapet, into the inner courtyard of the fortress, nobody in sight.