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This thrilling spiritual growth of never-ending adventure goes into a whirling spiral up and down, in order to find level ground. This story will bring you to tears and to laughter as some of her writings of short poems lay among the journey. This unpredictable, side-winding adventure is packed full of danger and fast-thinking, motivated moves, relationships, and deadly dangers. Her life turned around to a source of redemption and strength ultimately leading her to write.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers LLC
Date de parution	06 janvier 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781638291640
Langue	English

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S inging in the F orest
Helen Abrams
Austin Macauley Publishers
2023-01-06
Singing in the Forest About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgment Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty
About the Author
Helen Abrams was born in Upstate New York, in the town of Fulton. She moved to Claremore, Oklahoma, when she was six years old. She fulfilled her salon dreams with her own place in Claremore. Helen is married and settled down now in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, which is 30 miles west of Claremore. She is a devout Christian of Assemblies of God. She still does nursing home ministry by doing their hair. Be excited as you go with her through the journeys of life.
Dedication
Dedicated to my parents, Leona and Francis Abrams, and to my brother, Jim Abrams. God rest their soul. And Danny Nole, my supporter, friend and continuous helping hand. Nelson Abrams, I will always be thinking of you.
Copyright Information ©
Helen Abrams 2023
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the publisher.
Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Abrams, Helen
Singing in the Forest
ISBN 9781638291633 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781638291640 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022919661
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First Published 2023
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Acknowledgment
I acknowledge the whole team at Austin Macauley Publishers.
Chapter One
I was seventeen. I was a blonde-haired, hazel eyed; five-foot seven inch; loner. I went to Adair High School. Four older sisters and one older brother. They attended Sequoyah School in the outskirts of Claremore, Oklahoma. Two-hour drive from Oklahoma City. They had lots of faults in their life and visited the office quite frequently. They never finished school. So in order for me to have a better life in school, we moved. Parents’ choice.
I played basketball and track in high school. I was no good at any of it, most of the time in last place. I like the way it made me feel important even if it was only for myself. There was this one teammate I had and she really didn’t care for me. I don’t know why; I think it was because her dad and I got along really well after school. We rode horses together. We worked in the barn driving out every piece of dust that was in there. We did that quite often. He was like an uncle to me. I enjoyed that every day and she despised that. Well, that’s my thought. One day, I was in the locker room because I was having a knee problem and every one of the girls who played on our team was on the basketball court. I got ready to leave the locker room when the girls came through the door. I stuck around for a moment hoping they would talk to me about something and the next thing I knew, the girl I told you about, well she accused me of stealing her $20 bill out of her back pocket. Having this event drew me closer to God. Vo-tech was my haven. I graduated in 1985.
I enjoyed singing. Thanks to my brother who taught me to sing in the forest no matter what comes. He said whenever you feel blue or you feel excited no one cares because you’re singing alone to the universe and to God. This helps you to develop your inner spirit. I asked him what he sang and he said, “Elvis Presley.” He was 13 years old.
So I began to make noise in the forest to Paul McCartney. I was nine.
After High School, I was trying to decide what was next. I was hired as a sewing machine operator at King Louis’s in Adair, Oklahoma. I still lived in Adair with my parents. A few weeks after my job, my parents informed me that they have decided to get a motorhome and do some traveling. Soon they packed up and said their good-byes. Things were okay at first. I felt a little lonely and all my friends that I had from school moved away to find bigger hopes. I graduated from a class of 45 students. I continued working and found myself one day in the shower and had cold water. I thought that it was very quick for me to run out of hot water. I went and checked the water in the sink about two hours later. No hot water still. I called my parents and let them know about the situation. Mind you, I had no idea how to take care of a place on my own. Dad got on the phone and asked me to check the propane tank. I replied, “Is that the big white thing in the backyard?” He giggled and said yes. He helped me navigate around the tank, then asked me to read the meter. I found out then that it was empty. Mom got on the phone next and told me the company and phone number for the propane. I said that I would handle it. Mom said it would cost about $250. I told her I didn’t have that kind of money. She giggled as she proceeded to tell me to reach between the wall and refrigerator there should be an envelope taped there. Inside was $300. She said she put that there before they left for an emergency. Bless them for looking out for their daughter as they always have. They were camped in Port Aransas, Texas. I was getting their mail and sending it to them once a month. At this time, Mom asked me why I was sending them the bills. I told her I didn’t know what a bill looked like and I was waiting for them to come to me with my name on them. She informed me that they did not change the name on the electric or gas bill and any other bills that may come in from the house expense. So all along, my parents were still watching over me by paying the bills. At that time, my parents asked if they came home and got me would I go with them? I wish I would have gone now. Finding my freedom made me say no. Two months have passed now and I was still alone.
I had family that lived in Tulsa and Bixby, Oklahoma. I never contacted them during the time I lived alone because I didn’t think they wanted me in their lives and they haven’t contacted me all this time. I don’t know how they feel about my graduating from high school. They said they were proud of me but all my life they’ve always treated me just a little differently than they did someone else. Or that might be what I think. Growing up, I can’t remember very many special moments with my sisters. I had one sister who was very mean to me. It just so happened to be the one sister I shared a birthday with. She was eight years older than me. I was eight years old. She would chase me around in the yard and when she caught me, she would throw me down on the ground, sit on my belly and hold my arms down with her legs. Then she would proceed to pull grass from the ground and shove it in my mouth as I was yelling, screaming, and crying. She could have killed me. Another time my two other sisters decided to play truth or dare with me and dared me to take all my clothes off and run around the half-acre garden and come back to the house. I was nine years old. When I got to the door, they wouldn’t open it right away. They would just laugh. My feet were on fire with the cold and of course, my whole body was shivering. Then we were playing hide and seek in the house and one of my sisters thought it would be a good idea for me to hide in the freezer. I survived.
Yet I still wanted to visit them.
One afternoon on Saturday, I heard a knock at the door. I went to the door and saw my sister Nellie. I invited her in and we caught up on subjects. During our visit, she asked me if I would come live with her in Tulsa. I pondered the question. I thought this might work out for the best. Within the next couple of days, I was on my way to live in Tulsa for a new experience.
On my journey to Tulsa I thought back of the time I was 12 years old. I met two wonderful girls, Cindy and Christy. During that time, I stayed overnight with them and I noticed their family was different from mine. They even prayed before we ate. I learned at that time about Jesus Christ my Lord and Savior. I wasn’t going to church but only hanging with the girls did I learn some steps of obedience. Still not enough to know the choices in right and wrong and direction for my encounters to come.
When I went to live with my sister, Nellie, she had three children and divorced. She was only three years older than I was. It came about that I babysat for her often. She only came home about three times a week. I found myself packing lunches, getting kids dressed, and to the bus stop. This went on for a month.
One afternoon I was sitting in the front lawn of Nellie’s house and looking through the clovers to see if I could find a four-leaf. A few moments later a gentleman came up behind me and asked, “Is this what your looking for?” In his hand was a four-leaf clover. I fell head over heels for the first time in my teenage life with Tom. We had a relationship for about six months.