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 | Sep 20, 2018 | Hope, Life, Love, Suicide, Talk To Someone, Uncategorized, www.gllpublishing.com
Note from Author Taken from the novel – U Murder U (Suicide) 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 would frown in return, we’d smile, and things would go back to normal. Once, I found and identified a rare parasite in a patient’s sample and he confirmed...
by admin | Apr 7, 2018 | Hope, Life, Love, Murder, Suicide, www.gllpublishing.com
A number of the books published by GLL Publishing deal with topics some might find sensitive. ‘Blood Borne Connections’ is a fictional thriller that tackles teenage sex trafficking. ‘U Murder U (Suicide)’ has been voted a must read and is about preventing suicide. We are in the fourth Month of 2018 and already there have been so many deaths of young people by knife crimes. It is becoming a daily occurrence now to see a headline of another life loss and another family destroyed. We are in the fourth Month of 2018 and there have been over 400 knife attacks and over 40 deaths – when will this stop? When things are tolerated they don’t change – THINGS CAN ONLY CHANGE WHEN THEY ARE NO LONGER TOLERATED!!! We say Black Lives Matter but what happens when Black youths are killing each other – DON’T THEY VALUE THEIR OWN LIVES? As a Community, Society, Nation, what are we not teaching young people? Where are we going wrong? How can one young person pick up a knife and stab another with the intention of ending a life we say matters? Is it the Devil? Is he controlling the minds of these young people? Is it the Government? Have they taken away all the community clubs and other places that young people used to hang out in to keep their minds occupied? Or is it a combination of both? They say ‘The idle mind is a playground for the Devil’ Some people sit back and act like none of this affects them or theirs and blame families, schools and peer pressure. In their ignorance,...
by admin | Jan 29, 2017 | Depressed, Life, Love, Suicide, Talk To Someone, Uncategorized, www.gllpublishing.com
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 would frown in return, we’d smile, and things would go back to normal. Once, I found and identified a rare parasite in a patient’s sample and he confirmed what it was then got everyone’s...
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...
