Counterstrike: Heaven Sent: Bad water line needs a fixing.

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Bad water line needs a fixing.

I live in a very old, 1915 built home with an equally archaic water line, old galvanized iron pipe that crumbles to the touch due to corrosion, I have had a water leak for last three weeks, and upon my consultation with Marraccini Plumbing and USA Dig today.

I have learned that it will be around $1,000. They have the dig (and pipe replacement) scheduled for this Thursday, or whenever they can send someone. I realize three days is short notice, but barring that unlikely outcome, I could really use reimbursement by the end of this month (October), so I can stay on track to pay my heating bill through the winter.

Anything helps, thank you, and god bless.

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Hi People, this is my second blog, even though Blogging has been popular for like 15 years now, but for some reason, never quite got into it (I didn't do cell phones or Facebook until 2014, the year Mother Janet was taken from me by an aggressive cancer, my mother and I were what more socially apt people call reclusive). I created this blog as a continuation of the two cancer support pages I started on Facebook last year, and to help me promote and sell the book Mother Janet and I spent the last four years of her life working on, Counterstrike: Heaven Sent.

Born Eugene, OR, Feb 7. 1980. Parents Jeffrey Salisbury And Janet Smyth (D. 2014) Divorced 1982. Grew Up As Trailer Trash In Coos Bay, OR. 36 Y.O. College Dropout, Racked With Arthritis, Minor Mental Disability, Never Married, Never Employed, Thought I'd Give A Stab At Copy Editing. Had Two Brief Stints Of Living In Yerington, NV, The First Of Which Was While The Original Author, Mother Janet, Was Away At A Hospital In Reno, NV, Being Devoured Like A Swarm Of Locusts By Stage IV Metastatic (Had To Look That Word Up) Ovarian Cancer, Only One Month After We Moved, Spotting Like A Cheetah, Shriveling Like A Raisin, Mewling Like A Goat, And Hissing Out The Infamous Cancer Death Rattle On December 03, 2014, Would You Like To Know More?

One lonely day in Kansas farm country, a passing college professor encounters her biggest “surprise package” ever, a too handsome, too intelligent, too faithful, battered and mangled FBI agent and his equally battered and mangled government issued car at the side of the road.

Kate soon finds herself enmeshed with Agent Gareth's dark world of spies, terrorists, hackers and corrupt bureaucracies, and her planned road trip and career move ultimately derailed. However, in the middle of this unforeseen mess and intrigue, Kate and Gareth together discover their similarities, and not their starkly different class backgrounds and upbringings.

Together, the unlikely pair discover a deep and lasting companionship, a binding faith in their God, a passion for fun and adventure, and more importantly than not, a burning will to survive against all odds, when the evil machinations of terrorist leader Klaus Vogle, along with bad office politics, and the unscrupulous scheming of Gareth's industrial tycoon father, Andrew McFadyn.

Thus begins, the modern tale of a chivalrous knight, and his fair wise maiden.

Follow agent Gareth “Dru” McFadyn and his “random” traveling companion, Kate Greenwood, on their odyssey of love, adventure, faith, morality, and patriotism. Follow them left, follow them right, follow them to heck and back, follow them to the end, and read this book. For once in your lifetime, take a risk and give it a shot, who knows, you might actually happen to like it. Counterstrike is a gripping story that defies description and genres.

This is my personal pledge for 10% of all proceeds from the sale of this book, I pledge 10% to the Janet C. Smyth Foundation Inc, with a twofold mission of funding Ovarian Cancer research (not more useless awareness campaigns), and funding patient malpractice advocacy, so that patient malpractice does not simply continue getting swept under the rug because “it's good for business”. Why do I do this?

Because although my late mother and grandfather were somewhat politically aligned in an eww, ick, conservative direction, they were social do gooders at heart, and gave to charity, when they still had free money to do so, of course before (unscrupulous corporate weasels, I grumbled to Brother Connor that this world is built by men who are takers) medical expenses made everyone poor.

Yes, there is something in it for me, the remaining 40-90% royalties on this book, a boy's gotta eat and keep his lights on, but I also believe in helping the poor and disenfranchised, having personally suffered through poverty and homelessness alongside my family. I do not believe in whitewashing a checkered past once I've social climbed my way into the “in” group, the way people in power often do.

I do not recall the specific verse, but easier for a heavily packed camel to pass the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. He who dies with the most toys still dies, and is still out of time to play with them. If there are any kind hearted folks out there who have three bucks to support a starving author and a recently bereaved son, please click the "Buy My Book" link at the top of the page, and you will be taken to the vendors that have my book available to you.

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Bad water line needs a fixing.

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