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Dream Catcher Failure Was Never an Option on Amazon Kindle’s Bestseller List

Dream Catcher Failure Was Never an Option is still on Amazon Kindle’s best seller list. This book is very close to my heart for many reasons. One this is about my brother Stan who is challenged and was never supposed to succeed, second this book took me 34 years to publish. I was rejected so many times that I lost count. I finally decided that I was in charge of my own destiny. I have never looked back. Third this book is the reason I say I am successful contrary to the naysayers and the ones who are jealous because they refuse to live their dream.

Stan is my yardstick. He has done things that he was never supposed to do. He has never given up and he keeps on getting up when he is knocked down. This man has touched so many lives it amazes me. He has spent 15 years at Publix Grocery store and just received his evaluation he received the highest he could receive – which was 168 points-

So when I hear someone say they can’t or they can’t find a job or they want to just draw a check I want to smack them. One time I asked Stan if he wanted to draw SSI which he qualified for his comment was “No, I don’t want to live off the government, I will make my own money.” This was a man who was not supposed to be able to reason- and yet he has excellent reasoning skills.

So if this man who has brain damage understands there is no pride in living off the government that pride comes in hard work and honest work why can’t others? The answer is simple- he understands that nothing is free. He understands that in order to have pride and a sense of success one must work no matter the job- if it janitorial- digging ditches – washing dishes or whatever it takes to earn a living even if one has to work two jobs which he has done. He also understands that when one lives off someone else be it the government or someone else they own you. They determine your future and your present. They tell you what to do and how to do it.

If Stan who is brain damaged understands this why don’t those who are “normal” get it? The reason is simple- they choose to take the easy path they allow others to make those decisions for them- they like being owned.

Stan refuses to be owned as he is always telling the children “I am a full grown man, I can take care of myself.” Those who live off others can and should take lessons from a man who was never supposed to succeed failure was his only option- but yet he beat those options.

This book is available on Amazon, Amazon Kindle, audio books including itunes download with enhanced version with photos, and nook as well as Lulu

Dream Catcher Failure Was Never An Option

Dream Catcher Failure Was Never An Option

 

Stan on Graduation Day

June 27, 2013 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Ask Yourself What Does Father’s Day Really Mean to You

As I was sitting here going through facebook and thinking about all the things people have written about fathers and mothers and the one day that is set aside to honor them I thought of my own parents. They have been together for 64 years. My mother fell in love with my Dad when she was 13 years old riding a school bus. They lived a mile and a half from each other. She has loved him all of her life. He has loved her all of his life. Together they have raised five children and buried one. They have lost siblings and parents. They have been through ups and downs and bumps in the road. They both have survived cancer for 13 years. They raised a son who is challenged and he became a productive member of society. They have been blessed with 12 grandchildren and 13 great-grandchildren.

Their life has not been perfect but their love has. They taught their children how to love each other and how to make a marriage work. (Though some of ours didn’t) They taught us unconditional love and that people are not perfect. They taught us that even those who are challenged have a place in this world. They believed in us even when we didn’t.

The greatest gift our father gave his children is that he loves our mother- He is only happy when she is happy. He lives to take care of her and enhance her happiness. He has told me time and time again that the best part of his work day was coming home to his family.

No we are not a TV family. No we are not perfect, no my parents are not perfect (even though for years I thought they were) no the world is not perfect- but their love for each other and their children- grandchildren and great grandchildren if perfect. They love unconditionally.

If you would like an insight into just how perfect their love is how they raised us to love in that same vein how they taught that everyone has a place then you want to read Dream Catcher Failure Was Never an Option.

My mother and Dadn never gives up- She never gave up on my brother who is challenged. He is a success because of that.

Dream Catcher new Cover for Kindle

June 16, 2013 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Pennies from Heaven Has Gone to the Editor

Pennies From Heavan

Pennies From Heaven

 

For those of you who have been waiting for this little book of strength and comfort know that it has made its way to the editor. The next step is the publisher. The stories are as varied at the people who contributed to them.     Below is just one story of the many which are included in this book: Bear in mind this is the raw copy – which includes any errors which were corrected in the final draft. Many of the contributors are not professional writers they are just people who have a story to tell. These wonderful people offered to not only open their hearts and the pain of loss but they were also willing to put in on paper. A huge thanks go out to them.

 

 

Still Daddy’s Girl

My parents married for the first time, later on in life. I was born when they were in their 30’s. I was born on New Year’s Eve the following year, and was “Daddy’s girl” from the get go.

My Dad and I always had a very close relationship. He was a very loving Father, and put mine and my Sister’s needs before anything else in life. He did without, so we could have what we needed, or went without to give us “special, little things that would make us happy.”

He always had time for us. Every summer, he would put up a swimming pool for our enjoyment. He loved to take us fishing during the summer, and he would take us to carnivals, and to Peony Park which was an amusement park, here in Omaha, so we could ride the rides and play the games… I can still remember the good times we had, and the happiness, closeness and love that it left in my heart.

My Dad looked out for us in every way possible. Like any child, I thought he was being mean or controlling, when I would get chewed out or lectured “as I called it,” but he was always right and it was love coming from his heart, trying to protect his “little girl.” Dad’s thoughtfulness and wise words and kind heart made me the person that I am today, and I am proud of who I have become.

Throughout my life, my Dad and I always had a special bond. When I grew up, I would take care of him when he got older, just as he took care of me, and that is exactly what I did. I took care of him and my Mother in every way possible.

My Dad’s way of dealing with death was cut and dried. People died, you went to their funerals and paid your respects. He wasn’t one to believe in life after death.

After my paternal Grandmother’s death (his Mother) I had some experiences with life after death. I was very close to my Grandmother also. I told my Dad and my Mom about my experiences. My Mom believed me, because she has had “life after death experiences also.” My Dad was not a believer of such things and tried to debunk my experiences, even though I know in my heart my Grandma was trying to let me know that she was with me and still loved me.

My Dad had a long, chronic illness that was slowly killing him. I was very lucky to have him with me until 2010, when he turned 87 years old. In 2010 he was struggling worse than ever, and I knew that our time together was limited.

 

Decisions had to be made on whether to have them put a tube down his throat, to help him breathe, or to let him die with “dignity.” He had always taken care of me and even though I didn’t want my Dad, “who was my heart to die,” I had to make sure that he was comfortable and let him go peacefully, without suffering.

When the decision was made to let my Dad go, I didn’t leave his side. I held his hand and talked to him, and made sure he was comfortable. I thought that he would pass on quickly, but my Dad held on for several days, which I was believe “for his girls.”

 

About a week before my Dad died, he was in the hospital, and still talking. I remember Dad looking towards the door of the hospital room, when I was there, and he said “there’s Donnie, why don’t you go talk to him!” His brother “Donnie” had died around 8 years earlier. When he told me to go and talk to my Uncle Don, and he said it with such clarity, and I could tell by the look on his face he was truly seeing his brother. I knew that, Donnie had come to take him “home,” even before the thought of “letting Dad go” was even considered.

 

Another thing that my Dad was doing around the same time was, “acting like he was reaching into his pant pocket,” even though he was wearing a hospital gown. He kept doing this and “handing something to me.” He wanted me to open my hand so he could,  “put something in my hand.” I went along with it, because it was obviously something important to him, because he kept repeating this task. I asked him what he was giving me and he said “the keys.” I believe that he thought that he was reaching into his pants pocket and giving me the “keys to the house because he wanted me to have the house and remain in our home.”

 

I made the mistake of not responding to “taking the keys” and despite his 87 years of age and being so sick, his feistiness came out. He got a wee bit snippety and told me to “take the keys.” So, from there on out, he would reach into his pocket, take out the keys, I would take them from him and put them in my pants pocket. He repeated this, to make sure that I had the keys.

 

My Dad always liked to look nice when he went somewhere to visit. He would always be clean shaven, and smelling of cologne, and dressed in his nice pants and a nice shirt. Before his death, he couldn’t talk, but he took his hand and rubbed his chin area. He hadn’t  shaved for about a week. I asked him if he wanted me to shave him, and he shook his head “yes.”

 

I asked the nurse to shave him because I didn’t want to cut him with my unsteady hands. She shaved him and I took a wash cloth and washed his face, and wet his hair down and combed it back like he would wear it, and I told him “you can go now, you are Heaven’s little hottie.”

 

Later that night we were moved to a much nicer room on another floor because the ICU was needing the room. We had a newly remodeled room and my Sister slept on the couch and I took the recliner, and held his hand in mine, and we all fell asleep. The nurse woke me, to tell me “that it was getting close.” His breathing was getting shallow. Within 15 minutes or so, my Dad was gone, and my heart was breaking.

 

Once again, I looked at his face, as I had done with my Mom. All of the years of suffering and the lines on his 87 year old face disappeared. He looked happy and so peaceful! He looked so young, and happy again.

 

After my Dad’s passing I was going through some major depression. I had lost my Mom in 2009 and now my Dad in 2010. Other than my Sister, that was my only family. I was struggling to find a job, had people in my life that “claimed to be friends,” but were treating me terribly, and trying to take advantage of my kind heart. The people that said that they would be there for me, bailed and I was left alone or with people that were not treating me right, and I was hurting so badly, that I excepted that, when I should have slammed the door in their face.

 

My Dad had warned me about one of these people, when he was alive and I lived in “major denial,” and would get angry because of “the lectures.” This person was trying to take advantage of me and brought others into the picture. My life turned into a living hell in every way possible, and I can truly say that I had hit my rock bottom, and really didn’t want to be on this earth, living like this any longer.

 

There were people living in my household that I could not get out of here. They would not leave and the police said that they were “residents” and I would have to do a “legal eviction” which takes 30 days, so they could stay. There was stealing going on, and other things that were terribly wrong. I would sit here and cry and was giving up on my life.

 

I would cry myself into panic attacks, then would fall asleep. I would pray and talk to my Dad, even though I knew that he wasn’t with me and couldn’t help me. I would feel my Dad’s presence with me though. I felt like he was listening. One day, I realized that he was still with me.

 

I was sitting in the recliner watching TV, and I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I looked over towards the hallway, and saw my Dad, walking through the hallway.

 

He was not looking sickly and 87 years of age, but instead he looked young, and healthy again. I would see him from his head down to his chest. He was young looking again. He looked like he was maybe in his 40’s or 50’s. He was wearing a light weight, gray jacket that he always wore in the spring. He would walk from the upstairs door in the hallway, and then disappear at the end of the hall. This gave me comfort knowing that my Dad was still here with me, and he knew what was going on, and listening.

 

I had seen my Dad several times in the same exact place, and wearing the same exact thing. It eased my heart to know that my Dad, who did not believe in life after death, was visiting me when I needed him the most. Daddy was looking out for his little girl and this was easing some of the pain and helping me get through the things that I had been goingthrough.

 

Throughout this time, I never mentioned this to anyone.  One of my roommates came up to me though, and mentioned that he thought he saw my Dad. Well, before I opened my mouth and said anything, I asked him what he looked like, and he gave me the same exact description:  he looked younger and healthy, and  he would only see the upper half of him and he was wearing the same gray jacket. Now I knew that my Dad was making his presence known.

 

Over the next month or so, I would see my Dad. Even though we did not have any interaction, it gave me great comfort to know that he was there for me and I believe he is the reason that I struggled to go on, and got my household situation straightened out, and I was able to start my life over.

 

It means the world to me, knowing that my Dad of all people, the person that didn’t believe in “life after death,” made his presence known, and helped me in my darkest time. My Dad is still “my hero” even though he may not be physically with me right now, I know that he is still with me. I love you Dad, you are my heart!

 

Sharons father

Sharon J. Sobolik                                 Sharons’ Father

May 6, 2013 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

On Death and Grief

Pennies From Heavan

Pennies From Heaven

Death comes to all of us sooner or later. It is as much a part of life as living. Because death is an unknown we do not know how to handle it when we lose someone we love. We have a hole that will not close. We feel a loss that will not leave. We feel anger, hurt, sadness, denial and many other emotions. We are not taught about death and grief because as human beings we live in denial. If we don’t think about it – then it will not happen. Or it happens to others not us.

I have been dealing with death since I was a child. People I loved have been dying ever since I can remember. Thankfully I had parents that taught me not only about death but about grief. They were wise enough to teach me that every one grieves differently- everyone has to find their own level of acceptance. (Some never do) –

Pennies from Heaven is about death and grief. It is not the usual how to book- Those are a waste of time. Pennies from Heaven is stories gathered far and wide written by others who have been there. Some who fell into the abyss and had to find their way out. It is not a book about making people “get over it”. One never gets over a death- one only learns how to move forward with the hole in their heart.

The beauty of this book is this- not only is it filled with stories of death and grief it is filled with stories of those who have gone on – being near those left behind. There are stories of beloved pets who have crossed over to Rainbow Bridge- Yes, I included those because they are a part of our lives- we love them and when we lose them it is painful- It does leave a hole in our hearts.

I highly recommend this book- It is not morbid nor is it hand slapping funny. It is a mixture of emotions much like we feel when we grieve. If this little book helps just one person learn to move forward while holding on to those memories which are so dear it will have been worth it. I know it has already helped the story tellers to heal.

Pennies From Heaven will be released in the next two months. I will post as soon as it hits the market.

May 2, 2013 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Dream Catcher Failure Was Never An Option now on Audio at Audiobooks.com

Dream Catcher Failure Was Never An Option

Dream Catcher Failure Was Never An Option

I am pleased to announce that Dream Catcher Failure Was Never an Option is now available at http://www.audiobooks.com/audiobook/dream-catcher/156150 it will soon be available on Amazon as both a download and an audio tape in mp3 formate.  This book is close to my heart because it is the true story of my brother who is challenged – He was born at a time when the challenged were not accepted instead they were put in asylums and back rooms and forgotten this did not happen to Stan. He has caught his dreams and become successful. This book is indeed a tissue holding eye wiping book.

December 7, 2012 Posted by | Audio Books | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Dream Catcher Failure Was Never An Option is Now Available in Audio!!!!!

Dream Catcher new Cover for Kindle

 

After so many months of waiting Dream Catcher Failure Was Never an Option has been released as an audio book by Brook Forest Voices. Now you can enjoy this wonderful true story of love, inspiration and success in your car, on your computer, your kindle audible your ipod or ipad. To add to the beauty of this you can also enjoy it through the enhanced ebook with sounds- photos etc through itunes Connect for ibooks. This will be available in about three weeks.
“Starting Monday, it will be uploaded to Audible.com, audiobooks.com, and iTunes for the audiobook.  Next week the enhanced ebook (with sound, pictures, etc.) will also be uploaded and delivered to iTunes Connect for iBooks.  I wouldn’t expect to see anything online for about 2-3 weeks. (Audible usually takes 3+ weeks especially at this time of year.)”

This is my second book in audio. This book is a must have especially if you have a child or family member who has challenges. This book is full of inspiration- love and success at a time when failure was the only option.

Stan on Graduation Day

 

This is the story of Stan who was never ever supposed to succeed in any shape or form. This is his gift to the world. To let people know that all of us are here for a purpose- we all have a place and we all deserve to be here. The story can also be purchased in book for and on kindle and nook. IF you want signed copies to give for the holidays you can go to http://thebookattic.ecrater.com I will see that you get them before that big day.

December 1, 2012 Posted by | Audio Books | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Dream Catcher Failure Was Never An Option Five Star Review

Dream Catcher Failure Was Never an Option to be released on Audio in 2012

5.0 out of 5 stars Great Book!, September 11, 2012
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This review is from: Dream Catcher, Failure Was Never An Option (na) (Kindle Edition)

I thoroughly enjoyed reading Dream Catcher. It is very positive, uplifting and motivating. Yvonne Mason is an excellent author. I admire her brother, Stanley. He has so much to teach us all.

September 13, 2012 Posted by | Reviews | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Dream Catcher Failure Was Never an Option!!!!

 

5.0 out of 5 stars Failure Was Never An Option,July 15, 2010
This review is from: Dream Catcher, Failure Was Never An Option (na) (Kindle Edition)

This heartfelt book follows the life history of a very special little boy and a very special family. This true story started in an era when public help was nonexistent, and persons with disabilities were not accepted. The work of the family and very supportive neighbors turn what could have been a sad story into a success story. Emotions and family love are expressed throughout this book, as many hurdles were flattened so that one life could touch so many others. This story will touch your life as you share the events that unfolded through the years. Failure was not an option and not accepted. Here we learn the value of setting a goal and aiming for that goal in spite of what others think. Caution: humor included- read sitting down.

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5.0 out of 5 stars Dream Catcher by Yvonne Mason,April 14, 2012
This review is from: Dream Catcher, Failure Was Never An Option (na) (Kindle Edition)

I read this book with great interest from an author who I admire and enjoy reading. The fact that this is a true story was a bit of a deterrent at first because I enjoy escaping into a world of imagination when I select a book, yet the subject matter was one I could not put aside and ignore.

The story, written by his sister, Yvonne Mason, is about the successful life built by a man who was born with a failure label stamped on his head by society at large..packaged, bookmarked and placed on a shelf to be regarded with little interest and/or caring by the general populace. His decision to jump into living and take the reins had been fueled and championed by his loving family..Stanley grew up believing that he was just like everyone else and could do whatever he chose and wanted to do.
His choices were many and as he sought out and found honest labor and earned all his own money to make his lifestyle possible. He succeeded throughout the years because the thought of giving up just wasn’t in his personal dictionary..failure was not an option and would never be considered.

Stan became a revered adult, loved by many friends and enjoyed the respect that he so well deserved by anyone who was lucky enough to come into his life. A great teacher of those around him, he taught others to never stop reaching for your dreams, no matter what your circumstances, real or imagined.

This book is a must read for those who entertain the idea of just giving up, which we all may do from time to time and for those who could learn a lesson from someone who was deemed mentally retarded in an age when institutionalization followed on the next breath. His strong and wise mother spit out that word and raised her son along with his father, to be someone any parents would be more than proud of and Stan never ceased to amaze his family and still does in every way~
You will be amazed as your read of his strong will and stubborn attitude to succeed and build a wonderful life~

April 17, 2012 Posted by | videos | , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Another Five Star Review for Dream Catcher Failure Was Never an Option

Dream Catcher Failure Was Never an Option

 

5.0 out of 5 stars Dream Catcher by Yvonne Mason,April 14, 2012
This review is from: Dream Catcher, Failure Was Never An Option (na) (Kindle Edition)

I read this book with great interest from an author who I admire and enjoy reading. The fact that this is a true story was a bit of a deterrent at first because I enjoy escaping into a world of imagination when I select a book, yet the subject matter was one I could not put aside and ignore.

The story, written by his sister, Yvonne Mason, is about the successful life built by a man who was born with a failure label stamped on his head by society at large..packaged, bookmarked and placed on a shelf to be regarded with little interest and/or caring by the general populace. His decision to jump into living and take the reins had been fueled and championed by his loving family..Stanley grew up believing that he was just like everyone else and could do whatever he chose and wanted to do.
His choices were many and as he sought out and found honest labor and earned all his own money to make his lifestyle possible. He succeeded throughout the years because the thought of giving up just wasn’t in his personal dictionary..failure was not an option and would never be considered.

Stan became a revered adult, loved by many friends and enjoyed the respect that he so well deserved by anyone who was lucky enough to come into his life. A great teacher of those around him, he taught others to never stop reaching for your dreams, no matter what your circumstances, real or imagined.

This book is a must read for those who entertain the idea of just giving up, which we all may do from time to time and for those who could learn a lesson from someone who was deemed mentally retarded in an age when institutionalization followed on the next breath. His strong and wise mother spit out that word and raised her son along with his father, to be someone any parents would be more than proud of and Stan never ceased to amaze his family and still does in every way~
You will be amazed as your read of his strong will and stubborn attitude to succeed and build a wonderful life~

 

http://www.amazon.com/Dream-Catcher-Failure-Option-ebook/dp/B002GU6GK0/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1334443086&sr=1-3

April 14, 2012 Posted by | Reviews | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Intangible Gifts!

Dream Catcher Failure Was Never an Option

Years ago my family was given a gift that keeps on giving. No matter how bad it gets no matter what happens this gift keeps on giving back. This gift was given to us at a time when gifts like this was no the norm. Nor was it accepted in a closed minded and bigoted society. This gift was shunned, ignored and hidden from the world. This gift was considered a shame upon the family especially the mother. This gift was picked on, teased and often times killed because of the “difference.” There was no education for this gift no tolerance no love.

But in our home, this gift was loved, accepted, and wanted. I am talking about an amazing child who was born at a time when the handicapped were not accepted. In 1952 Stan came into our lives. He was diagnosed as Retarded after a bout of the flu leading to an inflammation of the brain which caused damage to his motor skills and speech skills among other things. The normal was “no hope” – but not in our house.

Stan not only had parents, siblings and a support group who truly loved and accepted him, he had a strength from within that can’t be taught. He believed in himself even when he was small. My life with my brother has taught me many things, but most of all it has taught me that we all have challenges, we all are retarded in some form. None of us are perfect and when we say we are we are lying to ourselves. Stan has taught me that dreams are more than just dreams, they are real and that we should never ever let them die. We should strive toward them daily. He has taught me that “everything will be alright” no matter what happens. That no matter how dark the storm clouds are there will always be a rainbow later.

Stan knows the true meaning of unconditional love even when he has been hurt. He knows the depth of loyalty. He believes that one must and should work for their paycheck for many reasons. The most important is self respect and a feeling of independence. He understands that one must work in order to live not just exist. He believes in a days work for a day’s pay. He refuses handouts from anyone and he pays his own way.

Stan is a gift to so many in many ways and for many reasons. You see he leaves a part of himself behind with whoever he meets and he stays with that person for ever. Stan is not a bigot, nor does he allow that in his life. He is not filled with self pity because he is handicapped. He doesn’t ask for anyone else to feel pity for him either. In fact it makes him angry when they do. He doesn’t ask for special attention or favors. He only asks for respect as a human who has the same feelings and emotions we all do.

He could draw a check from the government but he says, “I want to make my own money. I don’t want to live off the government.” He understands that a certain pride comes from working and making one’s own way in the world. He understands that a certain sense of well being and well roundness comes from working and getting paid for it. He understands that a sense of accomplishment comes from earning that paycheck. He understands he is not a drain on society because he contributes to society. He is worthwhile and he is somebody.

His story should be in every home, on every bookshelf in every school and in the hand of every professional from Doctors to Nurses to those who delve into the mind to teachers and aids and parents and siblings. If Stan can see all these things and he is “Retarded” then what is stopping the rest of the world from being productive?

I can only think of one thing- Selfishness. Read his story, learn how he made his dreams real when the world said he couldn’t – learn how he accepted the cards he was dealt and used them to make himself successful. Read his story and take the lessons and apply them to your life. You see we all have challenges- we all have a handicap in some shape or form. But most times we hide it from ourselves as well as the world and it becomes our crutch or excuse or so called reason for not fulfilling our dreams. Then at the end of our life we play the “shoulda, coulda, woulda” game. We die with regrets.

Stand on Graduation Day it was never supposed to happen

This was just one of his many dreams that has come true!

March 6, 2012 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

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