Solo Elite The Great Awakening

By Joshua Dobbs

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Little Robin Diane has battled illnesses her entire life and continues to struggle to find her purpose in the small town of Davilla Texas. Through unseen events Robin is casted into a world where thousands of people dwell in sickness. Men who are called the Swine are order by their king La Cinder to overtake the people and devour their hope of healing. Robin soon discovers that she is the savior to the people according to their prophecy. La Cinder and his men capture Robin and use her to discourage and shake the foundation of the people but unbeknownst to them Robin has led an entire army waiting in the wings for the right moment to attack.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joshua Dobbs
• Release date: Jun 25, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310810480

Joshua Dobbs

Hello everyone, my name is Joshua. I'm a musician by heart and love to bring people through the emotions through song. I don't consider myself a author because Solo Elite The Great Awakening is my first book and I have no intention of writing a second book. The book came about when I dug for a way to give my sister Robin that passed a life she never had, so I engulfed myself in writing for an entire year to do just that. Depending on the response I might write the next chapter of young Robins life.

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Solo Elite

The Great Awakening

Joshua Dobbs

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DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to my sister Robin Diane Dobbs. To my mother Diane Dobbs, let this book bring you peace that Robin is alive in all of us.

CONTENTS

Acknowledgments

Dear Diary

1 Hard Days

2 It Could Be Worse

3 Teddy

4 Deep Within

5 Where Am I?

6 Could It Be?

7 Sore Feet

8 Abigail

9 Into The Belly

10 What Now?

11 Fuzzy Head

12 A New Beginning

13 Cooties

14 No Time To Waste

Robin

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

First and foremost I would like to thank Jesus Christ for the love and compassion I receive every second of the day. To my mother for showing the love of Christ in the flesh and for being my best friend. To my Father for bestowing me with the stubbornness to not give up on life or this book. To my sisters, even though we might not always get along, we will always carry a bond. To my beautiful wife Emma and to my beautiful daughter Abigail, you are the reason I strive to better myself, I love you all.

Dear Diary

December 14, 2010

Being in the fifth grade wasn’t easy for me; heck, being me, for that matter, wasn’t easy for me. You see, I was the one who got all the stares at school, but not because I was the pretty one or even famous but because I was the weird girl. No one ever said it out loud, but the whispers and stares were loud enough. Many of the other kids believed that sitting next to me or even drinking water from the fountain after me would somehow get them sick. I couldn’t relate to any of the other girls in school—or kids in general for that matter—and there weren’t that many in my school anyway, especially in the small town of Davilla, Texas, population 1,300.

Every day was a battle for me to get up, to face the world—that is until a few weeks ago when my life completely changed forever.

This is my story, a story of where I’ve been and where I’m going. This place that I’m talking about is far from anything ordinary, a place where I’m not limited by the laws of this physical world or by any of my insecurities; my role there is of a great importance. I bring hope to the people of Kenosh and fear to the hearts of the evil with just the very sound of my name. My name is Robin, and I am known as Solo Elite.

1 Hard Days

November 20, 2000, was the day I was born. Since my conception the odds were against me and would pretty much set the theme for how my life would be. I was born two months premature and had caught pneumonia within days and spent the first few months inside an incubator with breathing tubes. The doctors had told Mama and Daddy that the odds were against me and that I most likely wouldn’t live, but I’ve always been stubborn, and, as you can see, I’m still here.

For the next five years the hospital had become my second home because of my breathing problems. I was too sick for kindergarten, so Mama would read to me, and we would color for hours. I told her that she was fun to color with, but I needed someone new, and so she was fired. There were two wings in the children’s ward: North and South. I stayed on the North side and knew my wing very well and had made a few friends.

One day at the hospital I had become restless and decided to sneak out and wander the halls. Until that day I had always stayed in my wing, but my desire to explore led me curiously down the other hall. I figured I’d see some children playing, just like we do on the North wing, but the sounds of the air-conditioning and the occasional beep from the machines connected to the patients were the loudest things in the building. If it wasn’t for one particular door being open and the loud beeping coming from the machine in there, I may have not peeked in that room, but I’m glad I did.

His name was Teddy Palmer. He himself was battling an illness, only his illness was much more visible than mine. I asked his mother about him; she told me that he was sick. Later I found out it was leukemia. I asked if it would be OK to visit him every once in a while. She thought Teddy could use a friend to lift his spirits and said I could. When I did visit, I wore a mask to protect us both. Teddy and I became very close in a short while.

Even though I missed being in my own bed at home, upon my release from the hospital, it was hard for me to leave Teddy, but his mother had given me his phone number to keep in contact for now. I’m glad his mother did; school would be my next greatest test, and I would surely need an open ear to vent to.

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August 25, 2006

First grade—this would be the psychological death of me. Mama had told me that kids at my age would be much nicer and wouldn’t care about the way I breathe or make fun of my glasses; however, that wasn’t the case. Walking through the door, I could hear and see the kids conversing and laughing, when suddenly my shoe squeaked against the tile, making a loud chirping sound. Everyone looked at me and paused in silence. It was only my first day, and I could already tell by the mean looks from some of the girls that they were going to make sure that my life would be a certain kind of hell for the next twelve years.

I homed in on an empty seat and darted for it and slumped down, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. Unfortunately it wasn’t long afterward that I was pelted in the back of the head with wads of paper. The culprit’s name was Heather