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Bonnie’s “Impossible Hope” Anthology Moving Forward

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Proposed cover for “Impossible Hope” anthology

Last February, I mentioned a charitable effort on behalf of a young woman named Bonnie Oliver where authors were asked to donate a fictional story based on the theme “Impossible Hope.” Bonnie suffers from Complex Chiari Malformation, Craniocervical and Atlanto-axial Instability and Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome type three, which in this case means she requires very expensive surgery.

A.M Freeman organized the project to recruit authors providing stories for an anthology which, when completed, will be sold and the proceeds will go for Bonnie’s medical expenses.

My story is called “The Switchman’s Lantern.”

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Bonnie Oliver’s “Impossible Hope”

 

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Bonnie Oliver – Image credit not given

A.M. Freeman on her blog Lost in La-La-Land made an interesting proposal: Save a Life, Get a Free Book. Here’s how it begins:

For over a decade, Bonnie Oliver has gone from doctor to doctor seeking answers to her worsening physical and neurological symptoms. It has been a long and wearisome road, and her family has had to watch as her health declined to the point where, at only 28 years of age, she can no longer leave her home unaided, and even then for only short periods of time.

You can click the link I provided above to learn the rest, but suffice it to say, Bonnie needs a lot of everyone’s help right now.

That blog post was published on the 11th, but I learned about this several days earlier here: Submission Call for Charity Anthology: Impossible Hope.

That’s right, writers. Submit a story to the “Impossible Hope” anthology and contribute to saving a life by doing something you love.

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Where Giving Leads

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Image: Munir Atalla / NBC News

“What the recipient of alms does for the donor is greater than what the donor does for the recipient.”

–Vayikra Rabbah 34:8

Less than a year ago, Eddie Scholl had been living on the streets. When he saw the old man in the torn olive green coat and rainbow stocking cap standing on the street corner on a freezing November morning, holding a sign saying “Anything helps”, he reached for his wallet.

His last five dollar bill. He could use it to buy breakfast. Instead, he gave it to the old grey beard.

“Bless you, brother. Bless you.”

“Glad to do it, friend. Take care.”

Eddie walked on with the old gent still calling after him, “Bless you, brother. May God bless you.”

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