The Awakening of Russell Henderson

This is the title I am considering for my new book to be released this fall. 

Here is the opening:

“All new beginnings lay shrouded in mist.” Nina George.

“What a long strange trip it’s been,” the great philosopher, poet, and musician, Jerry Garcia once said. Isn’t life really all just a strange trip from birth until death, some times being stranger than others? Strangeness began in earnest for me on a camping trip to the West when I picked up a woman hitchhiker on the second day out.

Chapter 1: Dana Departs

I like numbers. Numbers don’t lie; they don’t criticize; they do not discriminate, and, if you use the right numbers, you get a right answer. Numbers are black or white, never allowing for any grey areas. Numbers, work, and responsible behavior is the way this planet operates, and that’s the way I operate. I like my life orderly and functional with little or no room for surprise.

My name’s Russell Henderson. I’m thirty years old, six feet tall, in fairly good shape, brown-haired and brown-eyed. My parents raised me to be orderly, disciplined, and frugal, to look at the world as place of hard work, and to have realistic expectations of what that work produces.

After a double degree in Economics and Accounting, graduating with honors in three years, I was accepted into the University of Iowa Business School and earned my MBA—all by the age of twenty-three. I wanted to be a millionaire by the time I turned thirty, and I’d already exceeded my goals sevenfold by the time I turned twenty-nine.

To be continued . . . 

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