Bücher von Pat Grayson

Twenty-six short stories designed to help young adults make sense of life. Often humorous, some ancient and modern fairy/ folk tales, set in Australia, China, Europe, the Americas, and of ancient unknown lands - of nature, animals, and timeless mystical enchantment. The following are four exerts; With more focus, and louder this time, he said, 'What would you do if you knew you could not fail?' Still, it was offered as if his mind were elsewhere and, as the students followed his speech they could see that it was. The immortal Princess Wencheng, as always, displayed great wisdom by letting Gawa find his own answer to his question. The wild dog cautiously led her five cubs out of the den. Instinct had warned her of danger. They were small and clumsy. The young male lion had been prowling for three days and was hungry. He had been chased away from his pride as it was time to fend for himself... ... all it takes is trust - trust in your ability to win through, trust that there is a fair Universe that lets winners win, and losers make their own way. He sleeps well in the comfort that he is the painter, the thinker, the writer and the builder. Sales points:* Written for young adults

It all started when my daughter Kimmy sent me a text message saying: “Grampa (my father) is back in hospital. I don’t know how bad it is, I’m trying to find out. It was Helen (Dads wife) who phoned me and of course she’s frantic. If I find out more I’ll let you know, love Kim”.‘Hell’, I know what this means. For now though I’m going to do my best to resist as I have been there before. But in my heart of hearts I know that I must go back to Australia and do what must be done. I arrived in South Africa only three weeks earlier on a two-month visit to my family and also to house-sit my son’s place whilst he and his family were on holiday in Europe. I SMSed Kim back and said that “I’ll phone Helen and see how she is.” I knew Kim was not going to be happy, as she would have liked me to have said, “OK, I’m on my way to take control”, but for now it will have to do. The minute Helen picked up the phone I knew that I could not unduly delay my return but I needed to until Lance and his family returned in another four days’ time. As I talk to her, I know of old, the quivering voice and could imagine her hands shaking, claw-like as she works through a panic attack. As a result of her illness she has virtually no body fat, I could see her face with the shrunken-skin stretched drum tight, accentuating the protruding, pointed cheekbones, with her hazel eyes – small coffee beans in their large sockets. I know the despairing stare and the pain that those eyes contain. I could hear the tears in her eyes and I shudder. Her words were incongruous with this memory as she says, “It’s okay, ...I can... cope”. We both know that she can’t. I promised to phone back the next day and monitor her.