The whole three weeks in Italy had felt like the rescue Mabry hoped for - not a single moment of cloudy vision and almost none of the maddening jangle of threatened nerves in his hands and legs. Even the two quick days in France, despite the routine Parisian rudeness, had failed to crank his symptoms. So he'd stuffed his ears with the airline's free plugs and sunk into a nap in what he suspected was half-foolish hope. Maybe my body isn't ruined after all. Maybe Rome has cured me. And the nap was so deep that the pilot's first few news reports didn't reach him at all. What finally woke him was the huge plane itself - a steep tilt northward, a wide swing, then a man's calm voice as the wings leveled off.
It said "Ladies and gentlemen," not the usual jaunty Folks. Then it took a long pause. "The latest news is even more impressive. At the World Trade Center, the second tower has also collapsed. As many as six thousand people may be lost. ... read full excerpt from: The Good Priest's Son: A Novel ebook
Review: This little book with nice almost fairy tale story contains eternal wisdom beneath the surface. Fear of failure is usually much worse than anything that could ...more
