20 Year EMS Medic reviews Broken People on Amazon, stating "I think this book should be a must read for parents of kids 12 or older..."

 

BROKEN PEOPLE REVIEWS ON AMAZON

 

As a person who lost my 16 year old daughter, an EMS medic for over 20 years and have seen the tragedies that happen to children (including suicide even ran calls on 5 friends who decided to cash in their chips), taught K-12 and actually took the time to listen to the kids and now teach at a college level.

I think this book should be a must read for parents of kids 12 and older who are truly blind or indifferent in today's society to what is going on with their kids. It would also benefit the teens out there who also think everything is OK... The key is communication and not through email, txt messaging and fancy gadgets, I'm talking face to face!!!

We are all broken people in some way or another, some worse than others and they all have a story. If people would just take time to really listen, even if it is just finding that one person like FAT KID, but someone to listen!!!!!

Read the Book & Open Your Eyes (Ears) :) (HUGZ review on Amazon.com)

 

 

First and foremost, HUGZ, I am sorry for your losses, sorry for your pain, and sorry for the loss of your 16 year old daughter.

 

 

This, ladies and gentlemen, is why I wrote this book. To allow people to realize, to feel, and to heal. This book is so many different things. It is a self-help book. It is a great novel that tells a great story. It is a book about suicide, about loss, about love, about racism, about grief, and about healing. About hiding from who you are for a lifetime, and then opening up and becoming real. Real with the world, and real with yourself. This book has no intended audience or age group. I carefully crafted it, intending for people 15-80 to enjoy it. The reviews prove that all that read it are able to take something from it. To date, people from ages 14-75 have read and enjoyed it. This book is raw, it is real, it is an in-your-face view of what kids today are doing, what they are thinking, and what parents don't quite understand.

 

 

If you're reading a book, why not read a book that will change something in your life? Define who you are, and then allow you to realize you are not alone? Make you realize something? Take a look at your parents? Take a look at your children? Take a look at yourself? We are all Broken, and there are others out there just like us.

 

Read this book today, and open your eyes to living life just a little differently.

 

BROKEN PEOPLE $3.99 BUY IT NOW

 



Quotes from Broken People, by Scott Hildreth

QUOTES FROM BROKEN PEOPLE, by Scott Hildreth

I thought for a moment about what I had said. Without you, I would be empty, and it scares me, because I've never felt this way about anyone before. Trying to make every word count, I spoke. “With you, Britney, I am as weak as everyone else I ever looked down upon before you came into my life. To be honest, I am probably way worse. Because I know I love you with a ferocity that most people will never have the capacity to feel for another person. I need you, and that necessity makes me vulnerable. The vulnerability makes me weak. I am weak for you. And, to be honest, it feels great. The thought of not having you for whatever reason is what scares me.”

Her eyes got wet. She stared into my eyes. A tear fell out of her eye, and rolled down her cheek. I reached to brush it away, and she grabbed my hand by my wrist and pulled it to her chest. She placed my palm against her breast. As my hand cupped her breast, another tear fell.

“Do you feel that Marc? That heart beating?” she asked, looking up at me.

“Yes, I do,”

“That, Marc, is yours. Remember that. And don’t be afraid. You and I will always be together. I love you,” she said, as she offered her lips to me.

“I love you back.” With my hand on her chest, I leaned into her and we kissed.

Marc, from Broken People Chapter - Show some respect

 

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I slowly walked toward the bedroom. She followed. I looked at my watch. 8:30. “When do you have to be home?” I asked.

“11:00,” she said. We embraced. I held her. Time passed. We fell on the bed. And there we remained. I touched her face with my fingers. We kissed. She smiled. I took off my shirt and began to lie beside her.

“I like looking at your body,” she said.

“Thank you. I like looking at you, period,” I responded. She removed her shirt. She asked for help with her bra. We embraced. Our skins touched. I felt her heart beat against my chest. I felt my heart beating. Our heartbeats became one. One heartbeat. We became one. Time passed. I looked at my watch. 10:10. I stood. She remained on the bed, defining beauty.

“It’s getting close to eleven, baby. You should probably get up,” I said, looking for my shirt. I ran my hands through my hair.

“Stand right there,” she said. “Don’t move.” I stood. She reached to the side of the bed, and got her phone from her purse. She held it at arm’s length. “Don’t move,” she said.

“I heard you,” I responded. I stood. She took three photos. “I wish I could paint a picture of you,” I said.

“Do you paint?” she asked.

“No,” I responded, “But I wish I could. I would paint a picture of you right now, lying there without your shirt. I could stand here, Britney, and admire you for all of what is forever. You make me want to cry. But. That part of me is broken.”

“I know,” she said. “I know.”

Marc, from Broken People Chapter - Show some respect

 

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