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frome: knowing vince – Two Perfect Cents

The hardest part about starting any story is finding that point in which it begins. This is something that sounds far easier than it really is. Two Perfect Cents is the story of how my wife saved my life and all the bright beacons of light, love, and joy she brought to my darkest days.

Given the fact that Jennifer and I are two very unique individuals it should not be too much of a surprise that our story would be told in a unique way. In this book I will give some back story to how Jen and I became a husband and wife, however that is not the focus of this book. Nor is the story of my survival of testicular cancer.

This is the story of an absurd promise the two of us secretly made with ourselves in which we pledge to save one another and how we did just that. This is the story on how our world came tumbling down around us, and how our stubborn ways made giving up not an option. Throughout a spiritual holocaust the two of us found love and beauty within each other giving us the strength to see the light of the world once more.

Everyone in this world needs someone to believe in them when they loose faith in themselves. For someone to loose faith in themselves something awful needs to happen, something terrible, something that would be life changing if it is not life ending. When the storm comes the acquaintances leave, then some family,then work friends, old friends, siblings, good friends, and then a mother. The longer the storm stays the more people venture away in search of brighter skies. It is always easy to rally support when the storm first hits, it is a little more difficult to get the help needed to clean up the mess left behind, it is even harder to get the help to rebuild long after the storm has left. That one person that sticks around, that person that never loss site of the home that would be built on the ruins left by the unforgiving storm, you hold that person close and tight and you never let them go.

I hope others will read this story, but this story is not for them, this story is like a house, a nice house in which I hope to invite, entertain, and inspire. This house, this story, is written for only one person, the most important person that has ever been in my life. It is written for the woman that is not just my reason for living, but my cause of living, she is someone that who if I never met, I would quite simply be dead.

Jennifer, this story and all the ones I write are for you. I love you more than words can express so I will use actions and shout them from the mountain tops.

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