Sometimes life sends you to the bottom, sometimes it starts you off that way, but nevertheless, you need to find your way out. That’s the story of Lucky Number 9, Rina’s incredible journey from living in poverty on a plantation in the jungles of Malaysia to making her dreams come true. Rina’s story shines a light on how to frame your mind so you can persevere through the toughest times. By looking at the joy and terror that came with leading a life so far from the one she had led, you also can find the strength to chase your dreams. Lucky Number 9 is an uplifting story that shows how hard work, love, family, and curiosity can set you on the path of your own making. It’s great for the young person about to head off to college, the hard-working employee who needs to switch careers, or someone who needs to be inspired to make a great change. Lucky Number 9 is perfect for anyone who is ready to take a leap of faith.

Lucky Number 9: Journey of a Rubber Tapper's Daughter

Biographies & Memoirs

Cerasoli, Lisa

Tham, Rina

Memoirs

Story Merchant

Sassy, self-deprecating 28-year-old Annie hazardously, yet humorously, freefalls from an all-time low to rock bottom-- She's lost her job, feels legitimately trapped inside a bad relationship with arguably the most charming jerk on the planet and is stifled by her past. Then she meets Billy, and love is redefined.

On the Brink of Bliss and Insanity

Literature & Fiction

Contemporary

Five Star Pubns

Life goes from Hollywood to Michigan to Mars when Lisa and her family take in her grandmother who has dementia. The Weavers quickly discover the comicals of Nora Jo bring a whole new realm of crazy to their copasetic abode. And the question becomes, how high a price can they pay for this traumatic change?

As Nora Jo Fades Away: Confessions of a Caregiver

Professionals & Academics

If there's a story distracting you during the day and keeping you awake at night, ask yourself: Is this a great story? If your answer is yes, then this is the book for you.Writing a book or a screenplay that causes that effect is the bar, the end-all, dope, the cat's ass. Storytelling is the mind and heart's counterpart to sex--an essential act of communication by which life itself is perpetuated. After you read a good book or see a great movie, what do you do? You share it with a friend.Part I of Tell Your Story to the World & Sell It for Millions is a step-by-step guide for writing your own top-notch page-turner. Part II teaches you the cutthroat publishing and Hollywood ropes so you, too, can achieve commercial success and join the ranks of writers making seven, eight, and nine figures annually.In our encounters with other publishers, managers, producers, studio execs, attorneys, coaches, and agents, we found ourselves agreeing with them about one thing: it's never a great scenario to submit a terrific concept that is unprofessionally executed. Our mission is to shave years off your learning curve and make your storytelling dreams come true.

Tell Your Story to the World & Sell It for Millions

Business & Money

Atchity, Kenneth

Industries

Story Merchant Books

"When I landed in California in 1989, I followed the rest of the passengers to baggage claim. There, one woman caught my attention. I knew she was my mother, even though I hadn't seen her since I was three. When our eyes met, she knew who I was, too. The closer I got, the colder and more distant the space between us became. This was my first memory in my new world, my first jolt of freedom."
The pain and shame and worthlessness that I experienced when I escaped the Children of God cult at fourteen became something of a self-fulfilling prophecy. I was derivative of the abuse and severe neglect I had suffered since birth. And so was my brother, Michael. We were born second-generation Children of God cult members and had known no other life. Our father was devoted to the organization and was abusive both physically and emotionally, and our mother had parted ways with him when we were just two and three. Adults had started experimenting sexually with us by the time we were ten and eleven. We had been brainwashed to believe our leader, "Moses David," was to be followed without question. We read the Bible daily; we read "Mo Letters" about rape and hell and the fate of "backsliders"—people who went against the cult. We were told that horrible things would happen to us if we left. Our subconscious minds ruled our behaviors once we entered the real world, the "Whore," as the C.O.G. called America. Deluded as we were, we backslid into our own demise. I started experimenting with drugs, alcohol, and sex. I attempted suicide. Yet, I still managed to graduate from high school with the help of my aunt and uncle. By that point, however, my mother and stepfather said I was an adult, and so I was left to figure out how to exist on my own. I had no understanding of the big world. I had no useful social skills or any skills. I didn't even know how to drive. I lived with one boyfriend until he realized I was an empty soulless human shell, and then I'd move onto the next. After spending several years on the streets in Hollywood, I ended up wandering Venice Beach for a few months. I would stare at the ocean longingly, begging for it to take me home. It was so beautiful, and I was nothing. Then one day, a couple police officers found me standing on the median of a Freeway down in Santa Monica. They took me in and I spent a year in a mental institution recovering. And then I was released.
I was up north again, wandering around San Francisco. This was in 1998. I was at a gas station. My brother walked up. I hadn't seen him in years. His smile was as magnetic as ever. He saw the tracks in my arms and asked me to please stop hurting myself. He bought me a burrito, said I was too thin. I wanted to be better for Michael and myself, so, I went to the Children of God cult in San Francisco—to recover in the safety of the only arms I'd known as a child. But my story doesn't stop there....
To imagine a happy ending with a life like mine seems impossible. They wanted to take away my body, my soul, my choices, and my voice. But, the one thing they did not anticipate was that I would find within myself the strength of will to do more than just survive. And the gift of will would become mine.

The Gift of Will: A Road to Forgiveness: A Passageway to the Divine

Palmer, Marie

Religion & Spirituality

The Hero Registration Bureau never worried about unlicensed heroes-Rogues-and neither did disgraced NYPD detective Steve Magreen. But when a seven-and-a-half foot armored Rogue begins a nationwide killing spree, Magreen is asked to get involved. Not just because he's a good detective. But because he was the first Rogue.

Educating Marston: A Mother and Son's Journey through Autism

Parenting & Relationships

Weiss, Christine

Weiss MD, Eric

Disabilities & Hyperactivity

We take the cake. Anywhere. "Let's bake and deliver cakes!" That was their big, moneymaking idea, though neither Melissa nor Helen, two fresh-faced twenty-somethings, had ever baked a cake. Next up, they picked the location-Melissa's rinky-dink condo kitchen. Then, they swiped three recipes from family and friends, put $250 into the company kitty, and made their first investment: 250 plastic cake knives with Piece of Cake stamped on them. That was 1986. A decade later, POC, The Ward, World Headquarters, or the Pokey-whichever moniker you prefer-was pulling in seven figures annually. Over three decades later, they have locations all over Atlanta, including Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport. I was a liberal-arts major. You won't find my business philosophy being taught at Harvard Business School, onlineMBA.com, or any institution in between. But you will find it here. This is a story of starting a company on pocket change, of working twenty-hour days with no days off in sight, of losing my home to sacks of sugar and flour and ovens galore. It's a story about cakes cooling atop lampshades, about nervous breakdowns, wandering pot dealers, babies, puppies, Cakers and bakers. It's a story about the original housewives of Atlanta (they were working for me!) and the homeless, too; it's about a car called The Bomb, and a location called Pamland. Piece of Cake is a place where autonomy ruled and that was the only rule. From Corporate America to cake batter, Piece of Cake: My Recipe for Success is a career manual for folks who know little about business, a cookbook for those who'd never thought about baking, and a what-are-you-waiting-for guide to pursuing your dreams. Seriously, what are you waiting for? This is the story of doing it my way

Piece of Cake: My Wild Ride from Banking to Baking

Humor & Entertainment

Jernigan, Melissa Bunnen

Humor

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