by admin | Oct 11, 2020 | blog, Book Shop, Bullying, Civil War, Coronavirus, COVID 19, Dead People, Depressed, Grandmother, Heterochromia, Hope, Life, Love, Macmillan Nurse, Murder, Paramedics, Poison, Suicide, Talk To Someone, Teenage Crime, Thank you, Uncategorized, www.gllpublishing.com
♫♫ You are my LORD and SAVIOUR You are my GOD and KING I lift my hands to Heaven I lift my hands and sing . . . Jesus, come in To my heart Jesus, come in To my life Jesus, come in . . . ♫♫ Taken from – ‘Despite All Odds: A Dream Fulfilled part2 G. Lawson www.gllpublishing.com A Letter of Thanks to ABBA GOD Dear God, Thank You I may not be where I expected to be right now But I know that You are working things out for me And making a way where there seems to be no way Thank You I may cry at night, lonely and confused as to why I am still where I am But I know joy will come in the morning And You ABBA GOD will give me beauty for ashes Thank You My job, my finances, my weight may not be the best right now But my faith is growing as I read the Bible, Your Precious WORD every day And stand in hope knowing that all things are working for my good Thank You From your child – whose name is written on the Palm of Your Hand (In all things give thanks – Always have an attitude of gratitude) From G Lawson www.gllpublishing.com Lead me LORD Lead me LORD and I will follow Let me know where I should go In You ABBA God is my tomorrow In You is everything I need to know Lead my LORD – Here is my hand Lead me...
by admin | Jun 12, 2016 | blog, Book Shop, Bullying, Dead People, Depressed, Hope, Life, Love, Paramedics, Poison, Suicide, Talk To Someone, Uncategorized, www.gllpublishing.com
Q: Why is your latest novel about suicide? A: Because believe it or not we all know someone who has committed suicide. In my author’s note I talk about someone I knew . . . . Note from Author Most people, like me, will know someone who committed suicide or know someone who knows someone. When I finished my MSc in Medical Microbiology at university I got a job in a renowned London hospital’s Microbiology Laboratory and it was there that I met him, my work mentor. He wasn’t that tall, was balding, of slight built and told me once that he bought some of his trousers in the children’s section of clothing shops. He took me under his wing and taught me the difference between studying Medical Microbiology and working in a laboratory and how to put my theory know-how into practice. He used to wind me up by calling me ‘Gladiola’ instead of Gladys – he told me it was the name of a beautiful flower and I believed him (we didn’t have the internet back then for me to check if it was true or not). I worked with him for nearly seven years; two of those years were spent on maternity leave having my children. When I went back to work each time he brought me up to speed and made sure that I was okay with all the new methods. The things I remember most are his willingness to always help me when I needed help at work and how when we had a slight misunderstanding I would frown at him, he...
by admin | May 29, 2016 | Book Shop, Bullying, Dead People, Depressed, Heterochromia, Hope, Life, Love, Macmillan Nurse, Paramedics, Poison, Suicide, Talk To Someone, Uncategorized, University, www.gllpublishing.com
U Murder U (Suicide) available in a black or red cover Chapter 11 of U Murder U (Suicide) now available! CHAPTER 11 From the periphery of the A&E operating room Patrick and Eloise Carmichael watched as doctors and nurses worked quickly to save their daughter’s life. Wires were connected, monitors checked, a tube inserted into Jessica’s mouth and blood taken from her arm. Amid all of this, Eloise’s sobs were not acknowledged by her husband, he offered her no comfort, he allowed himself none either. Suddenly Jessica went into cardiac arrest and as the doctors and nurses hurried to shock her heart, a nurse ushered the Carmichaels out of the room. Sergeant John Kelleher had parked his unmarked squad car on a double yellow line on the road outside the hospital (he mentally dared any traffic warden to give him a ticket – he was looking for a reason to let off some steam). He hadn’t been able to find appropriate parking on the hospital grounds and he was irritated that he had to attend to the family of yet another suicide attempt, his fifth in two weeks. Not all his cases were suicide attempts, a number of them were actual suicides. Yesterday a young man had jumped from a bridge in front of a high speed freight train. Police officers had tried unsuccessfully to talk him down for twenty minutes. The minutes were used asking him his name, asking him about his family, what his favourite food was, where he lived and where he worked and intermittently begging him not to jump. He had...
by admin | May 8, 2016 | Depressed, Hope, Life, Love, Paramedics, Suicide, Talk To Someone, www.gllpublishing.com
CHAPTER 10 The two people hated each other but the one thing which held them together albeit loosely, spurred them into action, dissipating their hate, if only momentarily. Eloise’s screams had been short-lived as her husband had slapped her and calmly instructed her to call for an ambulance. He had grabbed a towel and tore it into two as if it were mere tissue paper then using each piece had firmly bound each of Jessica’s wrists. Now, he held his daughter to him and spoke to her, willing her to live, willing her to try, “Don’t die Jessica, don’t leave us, please don’t die,” he whispered. The sound of the siren preceded the flashing lights of the ambulance. “They’re here! Patrick, the ambulance is here!” Eloise said as she let go of Jessica’s hand which she had been rubbing and ran downstairs to open the door for the paramedics. “Up here!” Patrick shouted. “Please hurry!” The paramedics, a male and female, rushed in with medical bags. “How long has she been unconscious?” The male paramedic asked. He knelt down next to Jessica’s lifeless body and felt the side of her neck for a pulse. “Two maybe three minutes,” Patrick replied. “What’s her name?” “Jessica,” Eloise answered. “Okay, we’ll take it from here,” the female paramedic said as she firmly moved Patrick back and took his place. “Jessica, can you hear me sweetheart? Jessica, can you hear me luv? Squeeze my hand if you can hear me Jessica.” Jessica didn’t respond. “Oh my God, she’s dead isn’t she? She’s dead this time!” Eloise screamed. The female paramedic put the...
