A Story of Hope and a Boy's Dream
A story of a boy and his childhood racing-driver hero
"A short yet rewarding tale of faith, hope and especially love"

Tags: books, new books, Stirling Moss, hope, dreams", motor racing


THE PLOT:

This is the story I set out to write, but we'll see where the plot goes....

"Life is what happens in between making other plans."

Racing driver in a deep coma (Stirling)

* quest trying to find the unknown author (Stirling's favourite), because the father is convinced that if he can bring author (and dog) to his comatose son's bedside, a miracle will occur. Sets out to find the one person he believes will be able to help his son come out of his coma and get better.

"Faction", but perhaps even a true story!!!!

There are various threads in the story (from a "book review" -NOT this one)
* a creative family, and a mother, a son and a daughter with vivid imaginations.

* the father (who was actively involved in WW II) was much later in life inspired by the unknown author's anti-war stance and inspirational and empowering writings.

* Essentially stories of love: father - son and son - father
son - father - mother - sister- brother

...and all of them for an unknown writer/author, " a champion of hope"

In short, it's a story about hope, peace and love... plain and simple!
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FOR MY BELOVED SONS, G AND S and yes, you too, M

Watching children grow
is like threatening the ivy
to climb the garden wall.
You wait for it to happen
you hurry it along with love.
But still you're disappointed
at giving someone life enough
to walk off on their own
and not be carried in your arms.
You never turn back - not once,
and yet one day they've grown apart
or taller
It's all the same.

Polly put the kettle on, we'll all have tea.
Giving love to children
has made us older overnight.

Rod McKune

"Hope is the anchor of the soul."

"When (and where) love endures, hope inevitably follows"

- the writer

NOW LET'S GO AND WRITE THE STORY (August 2011)...
so here goes...

It was one day in the year 1961, whilst driving on the long journey home to Cape Town after the South African Grand Prix in East London (a city that lies on South Africa's East Coast), that the young boy told his father that Jim Clark would one day be the champion driver of the world. The young boy was in a bad mood, because the young Clark had beaten his hero, Stirling Moss. And for the next few years the young South African boy followed the rising Scot star 's ascending career with great interest and pride. So that the new "shooting star" eventually usurped the place of the now retired old hero, Moss after his near fatal accident at Goodwood, UK...until it too was tragically extinguished in a minor race at Hockenheim, Germany in 1968. And that night the young boy lay on his bed and read the race program over again and again... then he fell asleep and dreamt in peace. One day...

P.S: To dearest dad, see the dream never died!

"It is a celebration of a man's unique vision – a vision that reaches out and shines, touching with magic the drama of life across all its limitless horizons."

PPS

"Our talents are our gifts from God... but what we do with our talents are our gifts TO God.

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