Chris Robinson liked an update for The Catcher's Trap

Hello Friends!

This picture was taking 15 years ago, in October of 2001. I had just arrived in the country, and I was full of hopes and dreams.

Unfortunately, soon I learned that my degree in journalism was looked at less because I had got it in a different country. I also learned that my broken English made me unqualified even for a retail job. So I started washing dishes, earning $7.5 an hour.

I am telling you this story because I want you to understand the impact that your support is having. Either if you pay $30, $9.99, $5 or if you bought the book with Inkshares credits, taking a chance on me has completely changed my life.

I am proud of myself, and I want to present to you a book that I will be proud to share. So I will be working hard with the Inkshares team to turn The Catcher’s Trap in the best version of itself.

The day The Doctor invites me for a ride in his Tardis, I will ask him to take me back to the day I took that picture, just so I can tell that kid, “hold on because it will be bumpy and hard, but it all will work out in the end.”

Love

Ricardo

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Chris Robinson followed Blasted by Adversity: The Making of a Wounded Warrior

Blasted by Adversity: The Making of a Wounded Warrior

I wrote this book with Julie Bettinger to give voice to a new generation of wounded service members.

Chris Robinson liked an update for These Old Bones

Here's a little update just in time for fall's farewell. Enjoy.

“I can do that and more,” Tomm said.

Once when he was younger he had caused a maple tree to go through all four seasons in a single day. He still remembered the look in Gran’s eyes when the tree dropped its fiery leaves with what could only be described as a languid sigh, only to bud moments later, white-pink flowers bursting forth and falling in spirals all around her. She had shed a tear from the sheer beauty of the fragile moment, all of the motions in the life a tree, splayed out like words on a page in a script that only nature could decipher, and yet, somehow her grandson had scrawled a sentence of it perfectly. Even then, Tomm did not fully understand what had happened. Gran explained to him that his Calling was a separate song within him that broke free from time to time and wouldn’t do his bidding until he disciplined his mind with more training. Confused by this, he asked her if he had done poorly. “Oh, no, my little Toad,” she had reassured him. “You have done a splendid thing.”

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