Books with author William Chad Stanley

"A most thrilling story and an authentic account of real personal adventures." -The Annual American Catalogue, 1898William Stanley was a gold prospector who returned from the Klondyke country in 1897 with $112,000 made in three months and claims worth Sixteen Million Dollars . In 2017 dollars that would equate to 3.3 million in gold dust and nuggets and $478 million in claims.Stanley explains in his opening chapter: "Yes, I am the man who recently returned from the ice-bound regions of the north with $112,000 worth of dust and nuggets taken from the frozen earth in less than three months. It is gold. The metal the whole civilized world is courting. The one thing that all men are striving to win; the deity before which universal man has ever bowed; the material sought alike by the tutored and the untutored, the rich and the poor, the righteous and the wicked, the old and the young, the strong and the weak, the Christian and the heathen, aye by all men of whatever nationality, religion or condition."

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I have spent my life searching for wordsto express the depth of a woundthat can only be shared in tears.Beyond translation,more powerful than words,tears are a language God understandsand a dialect we learn in thorns and thistles.While letters drop from words like falling stars,and tears shadow the rain,God whispers through my pain.In poetry and prose,these words are my faith, hope, and love for those with a lack thereof, those still wishing on stars above. My consolation, highest honor,would be souls unbound.Might the words of my life be your lost and found?I pray between these lines,God consumes your heart and mind,and His peace you find.

This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it.This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. To ensure a quality reading experience, this work has been proofread and republished using a format that seamlessly blends the original graphical elements with text in an easy-to-read typeface.We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

I have spent my life searching for wordsto express the depth of a woundthat can only be shared in tears.Beyond translation,more powerful than words,tears are a language God understandsand a dialect we learn in thorns and thistles.While letters drop from words like falling stars,and tears shadow the rain,God whispers through my pain.In poetry and prose,these words are my faith, hope, and love for those with a lack thereof, those still wishing on stars above. My consolation, highest honor, would be souls unbound.Might the words of my life be your lost and found?I pray between these lines,God consumes your heart and mind,and His peace you find.

I have spent my life searching for words to express the depth of a wound that can only be shared in tears. Beyond translation, more powerful than words, tears are a language God understands and a dialect we learn in thorns and thistles. While letters drop from words like falling stars, and tears shadow the rain, God whispers through my pain. In poetry and prose, these words are my faith, hope, and love for those with a lack thereof, those still wishing on stars above. My consolation, highest honor, would be souls unbound. Might the words of my life be your lost and found? I pray between these lines, God consumes your heart and mind, and His peace you find.

Willie's Dad is in jail. He is worried that if something does not change, Willie will not have a good chance in life. He makes a hard decision, based on unselfish love for his son. You can stream my author's reading of the story (and more than two dozen other, humorous, videos based on some of my most fun and funny interactions with students), at this url: http://contrail.gather.com/

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I have spent my life searching for words to express the depth of a wound that can only be shared in tears. Beyond translation, more powerful than words, tears are a language God understands and a dialect we learn in thorns and thistles. While letters drop from words like falling stars, and tears shadow the rain, God whispers through my pain. In poetry and prose, these words are my faith, hope, and love for those with a lack thereof, those still wishing on stars above. My consolation, highest honor, would be souls unbound. Might the words of my life be your lost and found? I pray between these lines, God consumes your heart and mind, and His peace you find.