Return to Sender

By Michael S Hicks

This book was written to start a conversation of “What if?” What if there is more to life before birth? What if there’s a life waiting to make a beautiful impact for all yet stopped by a decision? What if we gave these lives a chance? What if the people who created this life have pieces missing in them? What if we talked about these wounds we carry around to make us scared of bringing a life into this world? What if? All I ask is no matter what side of the issue of abortion you are on, if you believe in God or not, or if you reading this and have or are about to go through with this type of decision; Please put all those to the side like a coat coming in from the rain and just read. I wrote these stories from my own loss from abortion and not knowing my father. I just had a piece of me missing from these losses and I wrote this to help fill them in. I just pray they will do the same for you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: LifeRich Publishing
• Release date: Dec 10, 2019
• ISBN: 9781489725110

Michael S Hicks

This book began when I was ten years old, sitting in a movie theater where I was dropped off while my mom had an abortion. I sat there thinking of the sonograms I saw and how I perked up dreaming of being a big brother. Then some 8 years later, I had another blow when my mom told me that the father I thought was my dad was not my biological father. My real father just got her pregnant and left. This started the question of who am I, which has haunted me all my life making me leery of some guy in the sky calling himself a father. I figure with that title he would never stick around anyways. This leads to years of drug abuse and drinking, continuing to the point of rehab, where I found myself in the corner of a church by myself drugged out of my mind. I simply said, “God, if you’re real save me, if not, I’m dead.” He did. Then began this journey with God; still, the question lingered, why? What happened to my brother? Why do Fathers reject us, and mothers get rid of us? I wrote this to bring people together to start a conversation and try somehow to put a voice to my brother, who never had a chance to speak. I still don’t know who my biological father is and maybe never will, but I know now I’m not the only one. Still, now I have found out in this journey that I have a Heavenly Father, and He never left.

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ISBN: 978-1-4897-2513-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4897-2512-7 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4897-2511-0 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2019914854

LifeRich Publishing rev. date: 12/09/2019

Contents

The Childs Story

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

The Mothers Story

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

The Fathers Story

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

The Childs Story

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H i came the first voice I ever heard

Hi, I answered, where am I?"

Your home continued the voice that sounded like the home of which this person spoke.

Where is home? What is home? I said, still trying to figure out what was going on. All I knew before this was well nothing. Everything is so new yet where I am now is where I always belonged.

This is the place I first thought of you. See I had a dream, and that dream was you, just as you are perfectly made. I created you to be with me forever, but there is something I need for you to do first. He said further filling in the blanks of this puzzle that I was.

Who are you? was my next question yet somehow I already knew as a clock would know the time, as a leaf would know a breeze, as the fruit would know a branch. (Yet I knew I was about to be separated from this branch and fall into a place I don’t know)My awareness of what was around me started to come into view. His words were these hands, one pulling back the curtain and the other holding me as the newborn that I was. This magnificent place where I was, I could not describe yet all around me was just the background to this person who held my every thought. Like the main character of a movie, I was made to play.

Just call me PaPa. Some call me God but let’s keep it informal for now. was His answer and at the end of the statement came a name, a name I can’t write down because there is no language that can write out its magnificence. The name hung out there in the air like a beautiful suit of clothes I would see through a shopping window. All the while I know I will wear it one day but not today still I know it’s mine.

The way I dreamed of you was created with a story in mind, and this story is entwined with many other stories. It is a family started here when I had that dream, dream of a family that will be with me forever. PaPa continued.

What can I do PaPa!!! I said so excitedly. I started to bounce up and down in His arms, ready to be a part of this fantastic story. I thought of all the brother and sisters I would have. All the fun we would have in the beautiful fields I saw in the background of PaPas’ face. Here kernels of wheat were dancing while they were humming along to their favorite song sung by the gentle breeze. I started having my own dream, but it was not just mine; it was PaPas, I was just sharing it with Him. The trees scattered perfectly throughout the landscape stretched through the big sky branching out to hold hands with one another. The sun played hide and sneak behind there large branches, but still, there was no absence of light. So I curiously followed the rays of light back to their source, and once again, I was face to face with PaPa. His smile was there ready to greet me then turned into a hug and the warmest kiss on my head.

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T he suspense was aching in my soul to know and begin the completion