A Biography of Soul

By Gerald Louis Andriole MD

This is a true story written sixty-six years ago. The manuscript surfaced two years after the death of its author. It is the story of two people in love separated by distance. He was in New York in a residency program, and she was a new teacher in Pennsylvania. His serving our country during the Korean War added to their separation. The author pours out his heart and soul for the woman he loves and desires.

His passion is eloquently displayed. You will be heartened by his compelling honesty.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 8, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524514532

Gerald Louis Andriole MD

The author graduated from Stritch School of Medicine Loyola University, Chicago, Illinois. He was in the practice of Urology. He and his wife were married for sixty-three years. They have four sons and a daughter.

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To Irene

Our minds and souls have crossed and indented each other with a deep devotion of love. For you are the bright star with which my hopes and dreams will travel into a paradise.

I is an inappropriate choice for the beginning word of a biography of the soul. But certainly, it is expressive because it denotes to the reader a subjective realism. Not that this is an important element in a compendium of this sort, but it does serve to acquaint you with the writer. I is used to place the reader in a more choice position to understand the woman he so admires and loves.

It all started if I can properly use a trite word, with a fascinating look and a rapid decision on my part. Actually, it was long before this that I had seen her, but until that fateful meeting, our destinies had not chosen to cross.

Looking backward has long been considered an art of conscientious thinking. Certainly, to a lover who has found what he has always wanted, it is a combination of reminiscence and prideful endorsements of those fruitful experiences. Dear reader, put aside any misconceptions you may be accruing on this theme. These backward glances become more precious as time goes on.

She was obviously oblivious to me as she ran back and forth between rooms, making final preparations that night. She was dressed pretty in an immaculate white suit with her hair swept straight down on the nape of her neck. Certainly, we were conflagrant enough, just sitting there and talking explosively about nothing.

The next thing we knew, we were served with the kind of hospitality befitting this girl. You may think I was qualified to make a statement of this sort, but really I wasn’t. I didn’t know this girl, but I had impulsively resolved that I should. Even in myself, this abruptness was sometimes frustrating, but long since have I found out that the reward of this particular act far outmatched its impulsiveness.

At first, she was constrained but never dismal. There was a buoyancy about her, or maybe it was the way she could always make you feel light and gay. I remember the time she said, You go over to your friends and talk. I can sit here until you get back. So you think, or you really rethink, that this girl is different.