Project One – Running from God

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Running from God - Book Project One

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Dive into Chapter One:

man running in heavy rainy night,illustration

Everything is gone, and I do mean everything. And now this. Is this how it all ends, I can’t help but wonder while sitting behind the wheel of my vintage 1968 Ford Ranger pickup? I’d finally reached the deepest pit of despair in a location that looked every bit like the end of the world as we know it today.

The Ranger had been faithfully restored by my best friend Harvey Goad. The pearl and aqua green exterior and the matching interior glistened in the sun while sitting on the side of a desolate stretch of roadway. The combination of stunning colors, original stock fixtures down to the ingeniously crafted white wall tires proved to be a devout commitment to quality and craftsmanship.

In some weird way, it was the truck that prevented me from ending it all right here. I think it’s fair to say I’d had enough. I’d gone as far as I could go both mentally and physically. But the sheer beauty of the truck seemed to somehow hold the last few threads of normalcy together in some weird, pleasurable way.

It all seemed to come down to the glistening, polished sheet metal and the regular beat of the human heart. Man and machine at its finest. The bond seemed complete. Almost but not quite.

Lanny flashed through my brain at just the right moment though and thoughts of ending it all were suddenly obliterated from my mind by the human form of a woman I’d once loved more than anything else in the world.

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Everything is gone, and I do mean everything. And now this. Is this how it all ends, I can’t help but wonder while sitting behind the wheel of my vintage 1968 Ford Ranger pickup? I’d finally reached the deepest pit of despair in a location that looked every bit like the end of the world as we know it today.
The Ranger had been faithfully restored by my best friend Harvey Goad. The pearl and aqua green exterior and the matching interior glistened in the sun while sitting on the side of a desolate stretch of roadway. The combination of stunning colors, original stock fixtures down to the ingeniously crafted white wall tires proved to be a devout commitment to quality and craftsmanship.
In some weird way, it was the truck that prevented me from ending it all right here. I think it’s fair to say I’d had enough. I’d gone as far as I could go both mentally and physically. But the sheer beauty of the truck seemed to somehow hold the last few threads of normalcy together in some weird, pleasurable way.
It all seemed to come down to the glistening, polished sheet metal and the regular beat of the human heart. Man and machine at its finest. The bond seemed complete. Almost but not quite.
Lanny flashed through my brain at just the right moment though and thoughts of ending it all were suddenly obliterated from my mind by the human form of a woman I’d once loved more than anything else in the world.
The sheer hopelessness that has engulfed every fiber of my being is beginning to take its toll. For the moment I have become mentally prepared to deal with life as it is at precisely 7:05 AM on a bright, and crisp spring morning in the year 2015 perched near the rim of a million years gone by.
Between the thoughts of beautiful, gentle hearted Lanny and the gorgeous pickup, a real 60’s heartthrob of a throwback, I’d found myself hanging on by a slender thread. Those few sweet, mind altering moments were suddenly submersed in a burning thought though. There was something I needed to do, something I’d been wanting to do for sometime now.
While considering my plight on this desolate, yet serene country road in the very bowels of heartland America, I could not pull myself away from doing what I know I probably should not do. All life long, I’d been conditioned to think, act and walk like a man of faith. I’d been conditioned to speak the faith, and not judge others according to their individual weakness and inability to be as righteous as I appeared to be.

Get started on Chapter 3:

“I think I better stay behind.”

With a distinctive concerned look, he said, “Sure you want to do that? Could get a bit dicey later. Depends on how quickly I can get someone to respond at the other end. I’ll certainly pass the word along. Make sure the message gets in the right hands. I’m guessing we’re about 20 to 30 minutes to the next stop. I should get a cell signal there. I’ll let ‘em know you need help ASAP.”

“That would be great.”

“Since it’s Wednesday, shouldn’t be a problem locating a reliable tow service. Do you prefer a tow truck or a mechanic?”

Gee, I had to think about that one. I was still working to flush the lyrics to ‘Horse With No Name’ from my brain. Lets see, what makes the most sense. In another moment a combination of both seemed most reasonable. “Preferable a good mechanic who just happens to arrive in a tow truck.”

“All righty then, let me see what I can find for you. I’ll keep checking the phone for a signal as I go along. Maybe we can get this expedited even quicker.”

I sure like this man’s way of thinking. Finally, finally, I can taste a drop of good fortune. “I sure do appreciate your help.”

“Hey, that’s what a good human being is supposed to do, right? Help people in need? Sometimes we tend to lose sight of the basic human theme in life.”

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Outline

Jack Cobol was once a very successful businessman. After brilliantly crafting his second business operation, ten years in the making, Jack suddenly learns that a major client will decline to renew a long-term, highly profitable contract. On the same day, the IRS informs Jack that he owes in access of a million dollars on back taxes that were never computed properly.

The combination of both, creates the near disastrous perfect financial storm. Jack is forced to liquidate all business assets to pay the stunning tax bill. In the process, a once impenetrable marriage collapses as a result of the extreme stress inflicted upon the family.

Jack is eventually forced to sell personal assets as the fall from grace is complete. Soon after the stunning fall, Jack finally makes the decision to leave everything behind in a desperate attempt to reignite the glory days of old.

Desperate for an opportunity to return to the life he once knew and loved, Jack makes the decision to leave everything behind in search of a new life in a city that lies approximately 2,500 miles to the east.

As Jack prepares to embark on a life altering journey few will ever experience, he realizes that his faith has been shattered, wondering how God could have allowed such a disastrous fall from the prominent world he once knew so well.

Jack Cobol has become desperate to reignite the flame of success, and rebuild a past that he has grown to depend on and cherish. Inwardly, he struggles with returning to his past, his family and friends but knows such a move could create havoc in the long run. Seeking solace in Savanna, the opportunity to partake in the construction of yet another successful start-up venture, Jack begins to see a glimpse of the glory days of old.

From the outset, Tabatha Cromwell works to develop both a professional and personal relationship with an alternate agenda that may or may not favor a successful business career reboot 2,500 miles from home. Jack strives to settle in and accept his new home as an opportunity to grow while becoming stronger mentally and more determined to succeed than ever before.

Jack is prepared to mount the comeback of a lifetime. He sees the stellar opportunity as a means to restore his broken image, pride and confidence.

A sure fire recovery plan is all Jack needs; that and the assistance of one able body person to assist with developing the plan. A powerful and effective business sense is the main criteria, that and the ability to move mountains. Finding that near perfect person, may prove to be a monumental challenge. Jack is familiar with Tabatha Cromwell and her string of successful business turnaround efforts, making her a seemingly a near perfect candidate.

The moment Jack Cobal feels the pure evil of his nemesis, he realizes for the first time that he cannot win this epic battle of good versus evil without the Spirt of Truth leading the way.

Questions that Require Answers

Will Jack Cobol and Tabatha Cromwell evolve into the next big thing in Savanah and eventually all over the eastern seaboard?

Or will a mighty path of resistance raise its ugly head in defiance? Will Jack succeed in turning his life around?
And if so, will he eventually return to his hometown with his business image completely restored?

Will Jack seek to restore his relationship with his estranged family and friends?

Is Tabatha considered to be the earthly savior Jack is looking for?

More importantly, in the final analysis, will Jack eventually return to God, with his faith completely restored?

Many more questions await the faithful reader, this and so much more!

Project One Progress

The Outline
Chapter Development
Character Development

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