A World Apart

By Douglas Rowland II

In 'A World Apart,' siblings Nicole and Lucas embark on a life-changing humanitarian mission to Honduras with their compassionate nurse mother, Sarah, and their devoted pastor father, David. Their journey takes an unexpected turn when they stumble upon river rapids, danger, and a child trafficking camp deep within the jungle, shattering their innocence and setting them on a path of danger and discovery.

Guided by their unbreakable bond, Nicole and Lucas navigate the perils of the jungle, encountering predators, wildlife, and a trippy experience that deepens their connection. Skepticism of outsiders grows as they witness the dark side of humanity, but Nicole's unwavering determination and inspiration lead her on a mission to rescue children from the clutches of the traffickers.

In their quest for justice and redemption, they form a unique bond with the wilderness and embark on a perilous journey to find a place they can feel safe. Along the way, they confront their own mortality and their faith, facing a complex and emotional reckoning that tests their capacity for forgiveness and resilience.

'A World Apart' is a gripping tale of survival, family, and the enduring power of hope. Join Nicole and Lucas on their extraordinary adventure as they drive away from the darkness in pursuit of a brighter future.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Douglas Rowland II
• Release date: Oct 24, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223518419

Douglas Rowland II

Douglas Rowland II is a seasoned filmmaker and storyteller whose creative journey has spanned various mediums. His passion for storytelling ignited in the realm of cinema, where he crafted captivating narratives through screenplays and brought them to life on the silver screen. Over the years, Douglas has honed his skills in the art of visual storytelling, amassing over [insert number] years of experience in video production, project management, and post-production. Now, embracing a fresh narrative canvas, he has transitioned to the world of prose, weaving tales that captivate the imagination and resonate with readers. Douglas's unique blend of cinematic storytelling and literary prowess promises to engage audiences in exciting new ways.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and

incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2023 by Douglas Rowland II

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be

reproduced or used in any manner without written

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First paperback edition April 2018

Book design by Wonder

ISBN 978-1-312-00774-1 (paperback)

Published by Lulu Publishing

Dedication:

To my beloved wife, Jessica

You are the source of my inspiration, the light that guides me through every day. It was during our daily walks, with a single spark of your imagination, that this story came to life. Your creativity, your laughter, and your unwavering love have filled my life with purpose and joy. Waking up next to you each morning is a blessing beyond measure, and I am grateful to have found my soulmate in this world. I would journey to the ends of the earth to see you smile, for your happiness is my greatest treasure.

To our children, Noah, Briony, and Ollie

You are the stars that light up our lives, the very essence of our existence. My love for you knows no bounds, and I live each day with the hope that you find your own path to happiness and self-discovery. Life is a journey, and I encourage you to embark on it fearlessly. May you always seek to find yourselves along the way, and may your hearts be filled with the same boundless love that I found in your mother.

With all my love,

Husband, Dad

Chapter 1: An Uncharted Journey

Amidst the rugged terrain of Honduras, our trusty Jeep rumbled along the winding off-road trail, carrying our family towards the remote village of Gracias a Dios. I’m Nicole, fourteen years old, and this journey was a world away from our comfortable life back home. Beside me sat my younger brother, Lucas, who was twelve, clutching his beloved teddy bear, as we navigated the winding path together.

In the front seats, our parents, Sarah and David, were deep in conversation, their faces bathed in the warm embrace of the Honduran sun. Mom, a compassionate nurse with an unwavering dedication to helping others, had convinced us all to embark on this humanitarian mission. And Dad, a pastor with a heart full of faith and a love for adventure, had eagerly joined her in this endeavor.

Our mission in Gracias a Dios was simple yet profound – to provide medical treatment to a small village with limited resources. It was a reflection of the values our parents had instilled in us – a belief in the power of compassion, a desire to make a difference, and a commitment to helping those in need.

But as we journeyed deeper into the heart of Honduras, the landscape changed around us. Lush forests and vibrant colors painted a picturesque scene that seemed almost surreal. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. This adventure was unlike anything I had experienced before.

Lucas was the sensitive soul, always quick to find joy in the simplest of things. He carried his teddy bear with him wherever he went, a symbol of comfort and security in a world that could often be unpredictable.

I, well, I was the captain of my soccer team, an aspiring writer with a growing view of the world, and the protective big sister who would do anything for her little brother. Our family was a close-knit unit, and the adventures we embarked on together were the threads that wove our unique story.

As we bumped along that dusty road, the anticipation in the air was palpable. Gracias a Dios awaited us, and the chance to make a difference in the lives of those in need filled us with a sense of purpose and hope.

Our family’s journey to this remote village was about to unfold, and little did we know that it would be a journey of not only compassion but also unimaginable challenges, boundless courage, and a bond between siblings that would be tested like never before.

Sarah and David, my parents, were the embodiment of a loving and supportive couple. Their relationship was a beacon of warmth and strength that illuminated our family’s path through life.

Together, Sarah and David crafted a marriage that was a testament to their enduring love. They navigated life’s challenges with a unity that left an indelible mark on my brother Lucas and me. Their relationship was a blueprint for love, respect, and unwavering support, and they never ceased to inspire us with the way they laughed together, leaned on each other in times of trouble, and found joy in the simple pleasures of life.

In their partnership, I witnessed the power of love to conquer obstacles, the strength of unity in the face of adversity, and the beauty of a marriage that radiated warmth and affection. Mom and Dad’s love story was a profound influence on teaching us the importance of love, faith, and the unbreakable bonds of family.

My father, David, was not your typical pastor. He possessed a fervent passion for adventure that danced in his eyes, a spark of curiosity that led him to explore the world beyond the pulpit. While he was undoubtedly dedicated to his role as a spiritual leader, he had a unique way of intertwining his faith with a love for the great unknown.

David’s sermons were not just lessons from the Bible; they were stories of faith interwoven with tales of his own adventures. He believed that the lessons he learned from scaling rugged mountains, braving untamed rivers, and venturing into uncharted territories could teach his congregation valuable spiritual insights.

His charisma was magnetic, drawing people of all ages and backgrounds to his church. When he spoke, the pews were filled with eager listeners, captivated by his words. His sermons were filled with passion and hope, delivered with a sincerity that resonated with the hearts of those who gathered to hear him.

But it wasn’t just his words that connected with people; it was his genuine interest in their lives. David had an extraordinary ability to make anyone he spoke to feel seen and heard. He would spend hours listening to the stories of his congregation, offering words of comfort, wisdom, and encouragement tailored to their unique journeys.

His passion for adventure was not just a personal indulgence; it was a means to spread love and faith to the farthest corners of the world. He believed that experiencing the beauty and diversity of the world firsthand could deepen his understanding of the human experience and, in turn, enrich his ministry.

David’s life was a remarkable balance of faith and adventure, a testament to the idea that spirituality could be found not just within the walls of a church but also in the vast expanse of nature. His charisma and connection with people extended beyond the pulpit, leaving a lasting impact on all who crossed his path. I looked up to him so much.

My mother, Sarah, was the embodiment of compassion, a living testament to the healing power of kindness and care. Her role as a nurse was not just a profession but a calling, one she embraced with a heart overflowing with love and a gentle touch that could soothe even the deepest of wounds.

Sarah’s days were filled with tending to the sick and injured, offering not only medical expertise but also a comforting presence. Her dedication to her patients was unwavering. She would often work long hours, her tired smile a testament to her commitment to easing the suffering of others.

Her empathy extended beyond the hospital walls. She would often bring her work home, not in the form of paperwork, but in the stories of the people she had helped. Our dinner table conversations were filled with tales of resilience, hope, and the miraculous power of healing.

In times of illness, whether it was a common cold or a more serious ailment, Sarah’s touch was like magic. Her soothing words and gentle ministrations had the power to make us feel better almost instantly. She was not just a nurse to us but also a source of comfort and love.

Mom, Sarah, was a picture of grace and compassion. Her nurturing spirit extended beyond the walls of our home and reached every corner of her life. With her gentle smile and soothing presence, she had the remarkable ability to ease the worries of anyone in her company. As a nurse, she dedicated herself to healing others, not only mending their physical ailments but also comforting their souls. Her tireless devotion to her patients mirrored the unwavering love she showered upon our family.

Her dedication to her patients was unwavering. She would often work long hours, her tired smile a testament to her commitment to easing the suffering of others. Whether it was holding the hand of a frightened child or offering words of solace to a worried family, Sarah had a unique ability to make everyone she cared for feel safe and cared for.

Sarah’s role as a compassionate nurse was not just a job; it was a reflection of her character. She believed in the importance of making a difference in the lives of others, of being a source of solace in times of pain, and of offering a caring heart to those in need. Her gentle and caring nature left an indelible mark on our family and taught us the profound impact that a kind and loving spirit could have on the world.

My parents, David and Sarah, were not only partners in marriage but also in their shared mission to make a difference in the world. Their journey into humanitarian work was a natural extension of their deep-rooted values of compassion, empathy, and a desire to help those in need.

Their story began in high school, in the junior year, when they met and forged a connection that would become the foundation of their lives together. From the very beginning, they were inseparable, two souls who seemed to have been destined to find each other. To me, they were the living proof of soulmates. But I'm not naive; they are the exception, not the rule. A love like theirs was a rare and precious gift. Even if somewhat unconventional at times, it was beautiful.

Throughout their time in high school, they were each other’s constant companions, facing life’s challenges and celebrating its joys together. Their love grew stronger with each passing day, and it became evident to everyone around them that they were meant to be.

Their shared values of compassion and a deep-seated belief in making a positive impact on the world led them on a path of service. It was during their college years that they began to explore opportunities to channel their desire to help others into meaningful action. They volunteered at local shelters, organized charity events, and raised funds for various causes.

One significant turning point came when my dad, David, embarked on a mission trip to China. During his time away, he realized just how much Sarah meant to him. He vowed never to be separated from her for long periods again, and from that point on, they were rarely apart for more than a few days at a time.

Their shared experiences and their unwavering love for each other solidified their commitment to a life of service. They decided that their love could not be contained within the confines of their own happiness; it had to be shared with those less fortunate. This led them to embark on humanitarian missions, where they could combine their faith, their love for each other, and their passion for making a difference in the world.

Their decision to dedicate their lives to helping others was a testament to their shared values and an embodiment of the love that had brought them together in the first place. It was a journey that would ultimately shape our family’s destiny and lead us on an adventure that none of us could have ever imagined.

As kids, my brother Lucas and I had a unique perspective on participating in humanitarian work with our parents. While we understood the importance of the work our family was doing, it wasn’t always easy for us to reconcile our experiences with those of normal kids who might be engaged in more typical childhood activities.

We both felt a deep sense of pride in our parents’ dedication to helping others. It was inspiring to see them live out their values of compassion and service. They were our role models, and we admired the way they approached life with an open heart and a willingness to make sacrifices for the greater good.

However, there were moments when we couldn’t help but feel different from our peers. While other kids were enjoying playdates, school events, and sports, we found ourselves in remote villages, facing unfamiliar challenges and witnessing the hardships of those less fortunate. It was a stark contrast to the experiences of normal kids, and it sometimes left us feeling like outsiders in our own age group.

Despite these feelings, Lucas and I both recognized the incredible learning opportunities that came with our unique childhood. We were exposed to diverse cultures, languages, and ways of life that expanded our horizons and deepened our understanding of the world. We learned early on the value of empathy and the importance of giving back to the community.

There were moments when we longed for the simplicity of a normal childhood, but we also understood that our family’s mission was a calling, and we were part of something much larger than ourselves. Our parents had instilled in us the belief that we had the power to make a positive impact, and that knowledge carried us through the challenging moments when we questioned our path. Which I did far more than I’d like to admit.

As kids, we navigated the balance between being different and embracing our unique journey. Our experiences were far from ordinary, but they were filled with invaluable lessons and a sense of purpose that set us on a path of adventure and discovery.

As we bumped along that dusty road, the anticipation in the air was palpable. Gracias a Dios awaited us, and the chance to make a difference in the lives of those in need filled us with a sense of purpose and hope.

In the months leading up to this mission, our parents had us researching the area and the culture of Honduras. We learned interesting facts about this beautiful country – its lush rainforests, Mayan ruins, and the spectacular Bay Islands. They even attempted to teach us some Spanish, but it was a losing battle. We couldn’t quite grasp the intricacies of the language, but our parents admired our valiant efforts nonetheless.

Despite our limited language skills, we were eager to immerse ourselves in the culture and connect with the people of Gracias a Dios. Our hearts were open, and we were ready to embark on this extraordinary adventure as a family, united by a common purpose and an unwavering belief in the power