Sometimes, Just Fly Away - Stone, Jim
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This book is all about and is dedicated to a little handicapped boy who was confined to his wheelchair his whole life. The little boys grandmother brought him in to my little store to introduce him to me. The little boy could not talk. He communicated by flapping his hands and smiling from ear to ear. He was an amazing young man. When he smiled, it was contagious. His smile lit up the whole world. What inspired me most was how he flapped his hands, as if he wanted to just fly away. Thus, I came up with the book title Sometimes, Just Fly Away. The beginning of the book is about him. The rest of…mehr

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This book is all about and is dedicated to a little handicapped boy who was confined to his wheelchair his whole life. The little boys grandmother brought him in to my little store to introduce him to me. The little boy could not talk. He communicated by flapping his hands and smiling from ear to ear. He was an amazing young man. When he smiled, it was contagious. His smile lit up the whole world. What inspired me most was how he flapped his hands, as if he wanted to just fly away. Thus, I came up with the book title Sometimes, Just Fly Away. The beginning of the book is about him. The rest of the book features small poems, thoughts, and stories about real things in life that help mold us all into being and doing the best that we can with the means that we all have.
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Hi, my name is Jim Stone. I can't spell but I love to write true stories to share. I can't tell I can't spell, as soon as my pen hits the paper, I write so fast I simply can't tell. My education consists of the more brilliant of teachers and the richest of classrooms. Nature taught me all of the things that are important to know by including me in day-to-day struggles of life and death so that I know firsthand the pulse of life. I learned from observation, noticing the intricate patterns that speak in languages only the soul understands, although translation has proven to be difficult, as words fail to encompass the depth of emotion that is necessary.