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    Operation Save a Generation
    Operation Save a Generation
    Operation Save a Generation
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    Operation Save a Generation

    By Gloria Black

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    It has always broken my heart to see so many generations of children without fathers in their lives. Although, the young man, Samuel, in my book meets a good role model, Gordy, too often this does not happen. Throughout my book you will feel the strengths of love and respect, families and friends need to have for one another. My scream to all fathers. PLEASE HELP YOUR SEEDS (your children) TO GROW!
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTrafford Publishing
    Release dateOct 28, 2010
    ISBN9781426934278
    Operation Save a Generation
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    Gloria Black

    About myself; Gloria, is a young at heart great grand mother. She has earned various diplomas, and certificates. Some of them are Secretarial Science, Dental Assistance, Child Care, Welder, Silk Screening, and several from writing institutes. She hopes her two books, will be inspirational to everyone who reads them.

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      Operation Save a Generation - Gloria Black

      Contents

      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

      Chapter One

      Blood and urine covered Samuel’s jeans, and the outraged man continued to hold tight to his leg. Samuel screamed out from the pain in his thigh, but still he hung on to the fence for dear life. "Mom! Oh God! He keep screaming as the pain worsened. He began to wish through waterfalls of tears and pain that his mother were there. He wished he could get away, but most of all he wished the man would disappear. Samuel tried to move his injured thigh, but the overwhelming pain caused him to lose consciousness. Samuel’s hands let go of the fence, and he leaned toward Gordy.

      Oh my God!, Gordy said out loud while letting go of the boy’s leg in order to use both hands to support the boy’s leaning limp body. On top of the bared wire fence Gordy saw the boy’s jean covered thigh drenched in blood. The blood was flowing like a running faucet down the fence. Gordy braced his body against the fence and put an arm around the boy’s lifeless shoulders. He reached his other hand under the boy’s bleeding thigh, and lifted it up a little at a time. Finally the boy’s thigh was dislodged from the sharp pointed metals of the fence. It wasn’t an easy task for Gordy to keep the bleeding thigh in his hand while lifting the boy off the fence. The gash was deep, and the blood flowed down his hands, on to his clothes and shoes. God please help me. Gordy prayed kneeling in the wild grass, inches from the fence with the boy in his arms. He knew a tourniquet was needed. He placed the boy on his side with the gash thigh on top. He balanced the boy by letting the back of him rest on his knees. Gordy quickly took off his jacket and removed his shirt. He put one end of the shirt between the boy’s thighs, then tied both ends of the shirt together several times over the gash.

      Gordy picked up his jacket, and took his cell phone from his jacket pocket first. Next he put one sleeve of the jacket between the boy’s thigh and over the shirt. He then grabbed the other sleeve and tied the two sleeves tight over the gash. Big sweat beads rested on his eyelids before running down his face. With the phone in one hand, he leaned forward to placed two fingers on the boy’s neck. He felt a small pulse. Oh God please save the kid, he prayed as he dialed 911. With a bloody shaking hand he placed the phone to his ear.

      A voice said, 911.

      Yes, I need an ambulance for a kid who’s unconscious and he’s lost a lot of blood.

      The voice asked for an address.

      I don’t know the address, because we’ve in a dead end alley way. But I’ll run to the street to find out. It’ll only take a few minutes, Gordy told the voice, and placed the phone down next to him. With care he moved his knees and gently rolled the boy on his back. He grabbed the phone, stood up, and ran like lighting out of the ally. The sun got brighter as he neared the street. The alley is on Hills street, he told 911 after reading the street’s name on the corner pole. Gordy stood in front of the alley and looked at the two boarded-up houses on each side of the alley. The alley is 235, Hills street. It’s between two boarded-up buildings. Gordy heard the voice give the address, and location for the ambulance. He hung up and ran back to kneel at the boy’s side. He put his phone in his side pants side pocket, and leaned a little to take another pulse on the boy’s neck. He felt a slight pulse again.

      The boy looked to be eleven or twelve to Gordy. On the boy’s ear was a small gleaming earing, and he wore designer sneakers which were blood stained. He felt sorry for the boy, yet he knew if the boy hadn’t snatched his wallet none of this would have happened. Gordy heard the sirens. He got up, and ran out to signal them. On the street he could see the flashing lights. He jumped up and down, and waved his arms. The driver blew the loud ambulance horn to let Gordy know he saw him.

      What appeared to have been a ghost street came alive with people when the ambulance stopped in front of the alleyway. Gordy lead the paramedics through the alley to where the boy laid. He stood back, and prayed as he watched the medics work fast on the boy. After seeing the medics give oxygen to the boy, Gordy saw them remove his bloody shirt and jacket from around the boy’s thigh.

      Who made the tourniquets? A medic asked, while several of them worked on the boy’s thigh. Gordy stepped forward. His undershirt, pants, shoes, parts of his face and arms and hands were covered with dried and wet blood. The medics and other people in the alley stared at him. Are you hurt?, a medic asked him.

      No, Gordy told the medic.

      Minutes later, the boy was put on a stretcher, strapped in and taken out of the alley to the ambulance. Two officers, who were in the alley with the medics approached Gordy. After introducing themselves to him, they asked him for I.D.

      My name is Gordy Mann. I don’t have my wallet, because the kid snatched it and ran in this alley. He cut his leg on that fence, he said pointing to the fence. All that blood...and...

      Take your time, we understand, The officer told Gordy as he prepared to write on his pad. Gordy felt tired, out of breath, and close to tears. He thought about smoking a cigarette, but remember he didn’t smoke. He took a deep breath.

      Well... Gordy said and licked his dry lips, then swallowed hard. The officers asked him if he needed some water. Please, thank you, Gordy said. One Officer left the alley to get the water. Minutes later, the three were drinking ice cold spring water. Gordy drank most of his before continuing. Gordy noticed that just the three of them were in the alley. He felt better, and continued to tell what happened.

      "It must have been about 2:30 or 3:00, this afternoon when I parked my cab on the empty parking lot across the street from Wenton Farms on Doat street. I saw a few kids around the store when crossing the street to the

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